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the street lights puked
their endless

cloak of yellow
and black spit away from cracked-
cobble broken
over
      and it was
as if this man
grew
or had been

rooted
in-
to the place
from which he played
his instrument

probably stolen from
heaven's only
devil

or hell's only
angel

or perhaps
just
     a pawn shop
window

       it spilled
a magic
to which
dollar bills fell
into it's coffin

as if hypnotized
by the guitar strings
tired flailing
in a slow-

sway only found
in cat-
fish whiskers.