This Blows

Why am I so selfish and why can't I
go happy lucky?
Where has everyone gone
And what happened to the
Women like Gertrude, Virginia,
And terrible terrible Amy?
Man, I'm really depressed.
The rain runs horizontally
both ways at once. And
the force of the water is
pushing my face together in
permanent worry furrows.
Sometimes I call out but then
I hear my own pathetic voice, and
then I think - I wouldn't even
answer myself.
I see a man sitting with his legs parted
Over the sewer. The steam
dampens the bottom of his black coat,
and he's holding his hands to the sky
And laughing.