His old chain 

bounces off his copper skin 

with each strut he takes

 

The gold 

seems to weigh his head down 

 

He gently 

collapses into the old metal bench

That sits in the middle of the sidewalk

Turning the white concrete

A rusted orange

 

He breathes in the dry air

Then blows it out with the same speed

His sigh could make the clouds move

 

His legs bounce rhythmically 

But no tune to match it

Each elbow rested on each knee

His chain dangled beneath his chin

 

He wipes the sweat off his upper lip

But he lets the tears 

Fall smoothly down his face 

Until they crep into the corners of his lips

He licks them away as if 

He never tasted the ocean before

 

He secretly looks around 

To see if anyone saw the forbidden tears 

 

And just as slowly as his tears fell

He stood

 

He pulls his pants down a little, rearranged his belt

Then dug into his pocket and pulled out a red box

He pushed his thumb down

Until fire formed

 

He filled his lungs as much as he could 

Then blew out a cloud 

 

He then turned into a alleway 

And just as slowly as he came 

 

He left