He played a plastic flute and everyday was his birthday

he would run the avenues

blowing the same depraved Elton John rendition

I ran into him at a bbq shack

Wishing him happy birthday for the tenth time that month

I inquired into his day to day

with eyes saying nine lives lived he states his purpose

A wire broke deep in my skull sir

sometimes my head gets cloudy

Everyday is my birthday because everyday I am reborn with harder skin

I won this flute at a raffle I wasn't aware I entered

I live in a sky box and drink the rain for days and days

I eat the cloud coverage so the sun always shines

I spew the leftovers into worldwide ghettos for the starving and forgotten

well at least you think worldly I say

and your flute remains pristine in these harsh Midwest conditions

hats off to you sir for your unwavering weirdness

he nods giving me a look that says

of course?

I watch him disappear around the corner