Can you please embrace your dirt cheap ego,
pockets with no sign or lint.
Walking among the filth in your designer shoes
eyes nowhere but forward,
nose tilted towards the clouds.
The scent of scum is always a little much for you.

What I don't tickle your fancy?

Whisper to me the darkness of your mind
an laugh at poverty from a distance
with money bags, over each shoulder.
Proud like some over zealous stock market man,
moving in for the kill.

Strolling home inhaling the slender night
embracing,
all that the city entails.
The provocative California smog looms
at my inadequate sense of smell.
She prays,
I linger a moment longer
as I peer,
hoping for a presence.
Alone I wander off in the distance
somehow,
missing her sheer essence
you reflect from the muck, of a puddle.

...Look down

Take three steps back
an tell me what you see now!