Treasure Island

John Kipling Lewis

(3/12/1968 / Manhattan, KS)

broken


Your tie is crooked.
You're broken.

Your slip is showing.
You're broken.

Your shoe lace is untied.
You're broken.

And if you're lucky,
if you're very lucky,
someone will tell you
before the world notices
and you can fix yourself.

Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2006

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  • x... x... (11/14/2007 1:04:00 AM)

    In a way a part of all of us is broken, the difference being in the amount of damage done....I think of it as 'Bits and pieces of my Heart wandering to and fro..I ask, Which way am I to go? '..Fractured hearts and fractured lives, c'est la vie, oui? . marci.m. (Report) Reply

  • Kath Moore (11/5/2007 2:21:00 PM)

    4. Doesn't say much. Has images, but only on a shallow, barely sketched dimension. The idea is good. It needs to be treated in a more detailed manner. (Report) Reply

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