I see the homeless man standing around
A street of empty houses, locked with
Galvanized chains,  the frost sparkles
Dancing and heating   his beard.  He is happy, shaking himself uncontrollably
Moving as slow he can to make the moment last  as long as possible.  
His immortality is through the shelter
Of the dark clouds forming a hut above
His immortality.  He sees angels in the snowflakes, their  hot kisses stacking themselves into layers of white  silk.  He feels blessed and screams away his curses
In tongues hoping his god hear his prayers sending  him a golden hole in the dark sky.