Sitting here,
waiting for her
waiting for no-one
waiting for nobody
waiting for nothing in particular
sitting here waiting for nothing
sitting nowhere doing nothing
Nowhere Man’s no-one if he’s somewhere,
just as doing nothing is still something,
if you do, doing nothing ’cos you are doing, nothing
S’not possible to be No-one, nowhere doing nothing
Nought.
Nothing’s about doing nothing
because…forget it, it’s nothing
Sitting nowhere
not doing anything ‘cept
waiting for no-one
waiting for nobody
waiting for nothing in particular
waiting for you
Lying here on nothing
doing nothing but thinking,
‘bout nothing in particular
‘bout no-one or body
‘bout no-two or soul
not thinking,
thinking ‘bout you
Breathing nowhere through nothing into nothing,
breathing nothing
not breathing
Sitting in Nowhere on Nothing not breathing an’
writing with nothing on nothing
writing about nothing
not writing about anything
writing about nothing in particular
writing about nobody in particular
writing about no-one in particular
writing about what I’m thinking
thinking about what I’m waiting for
nought,
nothing…
you