Scavenger of Affections

When I walk on a freedom path
The beach at night
With these incredible stars like chunky vomit
Each step reminds me of my pain
That wont heal in this climate

I injure myself with the sandals I wear, the fins I swim with
And cough alone in the dark, cough up everything I hide during the day
Like one of the dogs here, dingo looking and big eared

I hear the whispering of the so called polite-people
The pretenders escaping here too
I’m the dog repeatedly shooed away
Finding relief in the cool shade of a palm tree
Detached and embracing his niche as scavenger of affections