A wide birth on

 I've found the concrete hard to sleep on tonight
The night breathes and sighs softly
Disinterested in the complaints I almost voice
The passing cars see this physical figure

as some sort of homeless inconvenience
Artful stinker looking for a bench or awning
I look down at myself and say this is not unique
But I'm not listening, i've formed a reality of my own

The cockroaches swarm under my blanket
the merciful are diseased and their chances robbed
Life on the street turned out to be as real as they say
The high on the glass pipe waits for my malnourished lips

I'll surf social stigma, survive between pallets and one off tricks
I'll age like those southern ghost towns redundant and derelict
Like me totally forsaken the few that care I wave off
Deep in the organs the memory of mistreatment

Quitting the world
Drugged up existence
Familiar dread pursues me back to my concrete bed
The part of the sidewalk you'll give me a wide birth on