Homeless Guitar Boy
As he lay though dead
on that cold grey veranda
with his guitar
he crossed his mind not to
remember
the hard times of his life till
His wet cheeks of fear and
white wishes
the coldness blessing his
skin Iceland
shivering, he welcome electric currents raid
through head and toes not
permitted
A sip and another by the
drainage for lunch
mangoes by the research
farm for dinner
he said a prayer of thanks
for the days’ meal
hoping tomorrow would be
magically hotel-ed
Curving like in his unknown mothers’ womb
placing his hands by his
chest to stop the pains
and give himself warmth to imaginations
i bet he wished for a
miraculous blanket
Now half asleep in his twenty year old like clothes
maybe he wondered whether
it would shine or rain,
how he would survive that
day next after this night
beautiful brown boy so
innocent from the start.
2008
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