Cryptic Knowledge

glaring at returned puzzle pieces
pathetically cursing the magnetic field
that drew them apart
pilling them into incomplete piles
on the stained mahogany counter

you ignore,
the signs attached to hazardous routes
they made as much sense,
as the broken traffic signals
and adolescent drivers

unwelcome intruders broke into your quarters
and raided your fridge
looking for nourishment
and searching for things you had discarded

deciding their verdicts
you smile at your reflection and try to explain yourself
as you usher them,
into themselves

rewritten from: http://ladan-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/cryptic-knowledge.html