I walk alone
through this tattered town
avoiding the scattered
litter, debris
stepping around
a drunken man
not daring to look
in his eyes,
not wanting to see
the utter dispair
not wanting to find
something there.
Not wanting to know
he has no place
no place in this world
but this cold concrete
his face now blue
then garish green
wrapped in dreams
of neon.
