All is lost in waiting, inhaling, praying for semblance of life; kneeling on concrete & begging on streets alive & empty with strife. Scream for Buddha while the needle seeks rivers of veins. Scream for Allah facing east, as the Oregon sunlight wanes. Set yourself on fire & praise Jesus in the middle of traffic choked lanes, hoping the prophet dead will save us. My cardboard sign speaks- quotes: Charity is beauty in the eyes of the Street Buddha... Seeking loose change from faggots ecstatic running round stupid drunk on 12th & Stark naked- spiritually stripped & oblivious to sad-faced bums praying, kneeling, hoping & expecting for & absolutely fucking Nothing.