Blue city swimming in irreproachable dreams,
Walking in the nighttime rain,
No despair on midnight streets,
No judgment calls on drunks vomiting
Sweetly in the gutter
Like saints for a new age,
Neon laughter on the corners,
Prostitutes in love,
Sorrow exiting in strange taxis,
I’m more ghost than poet
But you will see my invisible smile.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loving-everything-like-mother-teresa/
