Soul Pieces Poem by Joseph DeMarco

The Lizard King has taken up refuge in my
Subconscious
The spell has been cast
I defecate on sacred ground
And the Earth quakes
Sending Tidal vibrations
Across the largest ocean
Cracked and broken
plates
like pieces of my soul
The puzzle doesn't quite fit together
The soul is not whole
You have to make the mold
Carve each jigsaw
into your own Tetris piece
or Jenga blocks
It's just me and a pile of rocks
As the mind struggles
to perceive something
That is beyond comprehension.