Hobo Sonnet

Come douse my troubles, come kill the pain
For I find myself still here holding my graces
Hiding from all the stern looks of disdain      
Fearing their stony and loveless faces  

Like the cruel pavement receives my blessing
The ghoul will stride to hunt then stalk
Inkling in your gut, things will get messy
Spending all your days, wishing you had fought

Hope those damn punks keep moving out of sight
Lend me peace don’t just stare or beat me down
I cry to the moon and make love to the night
In euphoria, dream, let my ego drown

Count the circles that flow through the heavens
Doubt the circus that denounces the essence