God Pretending To Be Me

I’m a man, in the rain.
Threatening buildings crack
as a sixteen year old girl

is caressed by a butch chick.
The smokestacks of the city
envy a high yellow.

My life has become Alfalfa’s life.
My altered ego escorts Darla
to the school cafeteria.

I’m a man, in the rain.
Wet newspaper shelters the homeless
and gangs of boys gurgle down the subway.

A prostitute comes up to me,
quotes the price of fellatio
convinced that I’m a cherub.