Only the crack-heads look the same. Cracked windows, tagged walls, passing taxis, No one calls, no one sings. No shining moonbeams tonight. Dreggy, druggy, lost wandering souls comfort me. They do not resemble her. Caked piss-urine electrical shit-splattered flora. Passing car lights, rancid compostables, Garbage trucks back, back, backing up, pass through me; suffer no resistance. I do not exist, I have no weight. I am disemboweled by an Abercrombie & Finch bus shelter advertisement. The nauseating black and white, The flicker of late night street yellow. A screeching, scratching, clawing wind dissolves my breath. The 37-story Hilton sags. Horse shattered, tourist-plastered-red-market bricks Bending, sliding, moving out from under my tired feet. Support is lacking, no hope do I feel. Passing cop car, spotless, pristine, speeding past Blurs the street, my bed, my sheets, that melodious key-card, her silver dress, my job.