May 12th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

200: Nunto 47

“Nunto 47”
Mingus Tourette

So lonely
that i hope
someone breaks in
do what they want

but maybe talk a bit
and hold me
touch my hands
touch my face when it's done

for i am old and thinking
will no one help me with this suffering?

The same soft cry
bound by night

framed by rain
and a desperation

so tired
so many years

how long have i been here?

How long have I been here? What is here? Are you here too? Where are you? Can I reach you? How long will it be before I can?