Folded Parts
By Kiah
Little worlds folded up in your hands. Cracked and curled up on the end. Little thoughts gave way to indecision. Littered the view of conception. He thought he was alone. He thought he had no home. He bought and sold it to no one. He lost himself and now he’s gone. Little notions give rise to emotions. Splinters are found at an explosion. Little notice is still some attention. Missed the purpose of the intention. He thought he was alone. He thought he had no home. He bought and sold it to no one. He lost himself and now he’s gone. Now he’s gone. Now he’s the one. Now he’s on & on. Now he’s the sun. Bought a gun and now he’s gone.For Alex Noah. My friend, teammate, and drinking buddy. A brother to the little odd grouping of disheveled souls, stumbling through adolesence together, sneering into the hairy face of ignorance as we traveled through it with. We miss you Alex. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 03:39 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Little worlds folded up in your hands...."