The Street Poet's Obituary

​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