A homeless beat

Letting the sting in my eye     
Feast on my mind tonight     
Not knowing if I might fall,     
Stitched these fingernails tight     
To organized ruins;     
Jaws clench
As a drop stealthily   
Tiptoes down the alley.  
Greeting the cold meander     
Is a stretch of skin   
Solitary.     
Need
A soft touch     
Or a serrated edge     
And a little salt to     
Tease this taste,     
Tearing pages    
From this novel    
And maybe flare them all and their hardbound cover       
In an instant     
Invited by these wrists.     
     
Trying to find a rhythm     
In the feeling that     
I stole from the dark .     
Unchained words     
Empty despair     
And a little spark..     
All that I dared to borrow     
From a homeless beat.