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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