little things
by scott from jail

I have been wondering,
little by little,
line by line,
dot by dot,
and then,
as if,
I am,
scream just a little.
just for fun.

I have also been thinking too much,
wrapping it all up in paper, one after the next,
like a great canopy of something grand, waiting there in the wings
waiting for me as if I was a Caesar, masquerading in quiet little ways,
little ways.
a scream for old time's sake.

an angel friend.
a forgotten day.
a little piece of cake.
a little thought.
something small.

hardly much.
just that.

Copyright © 2013 - scott from jail
Published: 6/20/13   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem