The scent of gas slips into my open windows.  I hear the pounding of cars pass by on 18th street heading into a apparent bueatiful sunlight.  Children are laughing. no one is crying.  Morning tries it best to pass through my shut vertical blinds, but it is no use, they are thick and nearly impossible to penatrate.  So little grass, paves the hot concrete that disingrates underwheel... the black carpet that sheds like dead skin beneath my feet picks up every speck of dirt, tattered paper and cat litter.  Feeling sick, I wonder if I'll walk outside today?