| i miss my friend
he used to brush his prickly hairs against my smooth smooth cheek while wrapping his long strong arms around me whispering he liked my hugs the best cause he could feel my heart through my chest and his i miss my friend and his mighty howling ras ta far i ethiopian poet cries out into the night sky in front of 5th st. i miss the gaps in his teeth and the stinky grey smoke between his glasses and the rest of the world i miss his little hat on top of his little head cooking up consciousness word by word by word …give thanks i ever knew him to miss him (rest in peace mikael ahadou) |
| i miss my friend bY mStMUSZE copyright 2005 |