The glittery night sky
falls to pieces where the street poet lies He’d fallen there amid a crowd of bystanders watching in awe The sirens bring color to the grayness shattering the city streets Mesmerized faces Tears dripping Children crying The streets bring a whole new edginess to the life of a poet A girl had asked him to write a poem about dancing fairies He turned around Stealthily popped a benny Went to work on the poem He had been working too hard Done too many drugs Drunk too much booze The world swirled and a tornado of colors washed over his vision He clutched his chest His eyes were red Rolled back in his head He started to shake The girl looked at her mommy “It’s just part of his craft,” her mommy said “He’s channeling the words from something higher than life” The girl smiled as the poet dropped to the ground rattled and shook his mouth spewing foam Her mommy clutched the girl’s hand and pulled her off into the oblivious mob Someone shouted: “He’s dead!” The earth stopped spinning No one knew why the poet had fallen to his death He was working too hard Hustling all night and day He had no home and this was what the poet did His golden typewriter gleamed beneath the full moon’s glow
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