The Tinkertoy BoyTinkertoy Boy

The Tinkertoy Boy sits quietly playing with his toys.
The man walks in.
The boy falls into the parts his mind employs.

Part One slips into Tab A,

Part Two into the shadows,

Part Three is the one I call me,

Part Four becomes the gallows.

Toys.

The Tinkertoy Boy regathers himself,
broken parts and pieces,
slipping broken part A into torn slot B
putting them both into the gallows.
The rope is drawn, the fit is tight,
he can breath no air.
Part C struggles and
Part D can go nowhere.

The Tinkertoy Boy hangs himself surrounded by his toys.
Tab B tears free from Part C
hanging from the gallows.
Part D drops into the sea
of endless tears and sorrows.

And those parts swim to me,
deep within the shadows.
The Tinkertoy Boy sits amongst the shadows,
slipping parts together,
ripping apart the gallows.

What part fits where and why?
What part goes before?
And endless puzzle of parts and pieces behind a mind’s closed door.

Parts and pieces,
things in his mind
make him a Tinkertoy child.

Break him to pieces under the skin
and see what he’s compiled.

Fit Tab A to Slot B – oh – he’s meek and mild.
Put Part C in with D – he gets violent and wild.
Put Part A with G and E and you’ve got a fair and friendly child.
Put Part E with A and B – and see what a mess you’ve compiled.

The Tinkertoy Boy sits, waiting,
his eyes go round and round.
Inside brass gears are spinning
seamlessly without a sound.

Things go around in his mind.
Robot eyes watching,
A program stutters, finds it’s pace,
and stumbles across the earth.
Stiff legged joints stride clumsily,
unused to wider girth.

Change

comes in doses and waves

shattering parts to pieces

duly assigned to graves

and another one goes on . . .

Fitting parts to pieces

of a mind gone wrong.

Parts of pieces

that don’t fit or don’t belong

together

anymore.

Tinkertoy Parts