As Homeless as The Moon in the Daytime

My heartbeat is boring
All my dreams are snoring
My soul is starving, gnawing -
On every broken bone

Lost my lust for lovers
Loneliness discovers
A prettier plague than any other -
That kisses with a drink

The thin king in the past tense
Thought about his innocence
Prolonging pretty dalliance -

Whilst witches bear beauty

Hopeful are the homeless
Broken men that go bless
Pale skies that they no less -
Than call their stateless home

Free of pain and pleasantry
Speak my thoughts in mimicry
Kiss the hand of jealousy -
Then whisper in her ear

“Spend a thousand pennies
Borrow just as many
But never waste any -
pauper’s precious time”

Appease the hungry migrants
Singing songs to clothe silence
Whilst devils dancing to violence -
Awaken ancient war

Dawn draws her rusted sword
The ghost of some ragged lord
And duels he that she can’t afford -
To defeat in time

A Jeweler’s fine old gold locket
Against the Thief’s artful pocket
Like an Elephant born, without a tusk -
What is the Dawn without the Dusk?