a thin tall man wearing a long black oil coat
spilling his words on the hardwood floor
he emptied that cup boy
he never knew how to let you know
the syllables all seem incoherent now
walking with 30 dollars in his pocket
walking with a cane
he fell out and fell hard
out that window
late one winter's night
hitting the concrete
the last words he spoke
"long live the king"
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