The Curse of Wanting

A happy buzz flows through his veins

like a blue sky filled with no stars

but rather

the city's lights.

I found him in a slum,

knocking his hands against the thicker end of his guitars melodies.

He came and went

across my mind

as though I were a supreme being.

He sang a simple little song

rounded out

with a gypsy's curse on all who listened

and a twitching neon sign

above him head.

A happy buzz flowed through his veins

and all he wanted was to be famous.