Monday, December 27, 2010

Street Magician By Jasen Sousa

Street Magician


I pull my dream out of the sewer
and mold it
into a guitar case.

The breath from the monster
living under the city tries to blind me,
I place it down
on the corner.

I stand by it
for a good portion of my life,
crowds walk through me.
Black furry skin
slowly drowns in change.

I smile, money spills
over onto the street,
each night I go home
and empty it out
until I have enough to go to college.

I go back to the corner,
place my dream down
and walk away.
I hope someone finds it
and shapes it into something that excites them.

Years later,
I come back,
the only person
watching a young boy perform.
We make eye contact,
I drop a nickel into nothingness.

The next time I go
and see the young man
it costs me 50 bucks,
he now performs under stars
hovering above a stage.

I still feel like I am
the only person watching.




Taken From
Humming Eternity By Jasen Sousa (Written During Emerson College Era)
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