The Curse of Wanting
A happy buzz flows through his veins
like a blue sky filled with no stars
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
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.