neon cold steel blue
eyes
dropped a
tear on my lapel
this shoulder
is old and wet
let the sun
fall down on its knees
i am a mole
in your ear
misery crying
in the street
alone walking
alone
a vagabond
in solitaire
the wind naked on a spring night
against the window pane
let the door open in with a knife
i am pain when you were a child
when the angels flew away
the wound that didn't heal
yesterday and today
blue is the song
the water mermaids sing
gathering in the moss
falling comets between your feet
the willow is dry like fire
and tied across your wrists
two feet below the surface
the water mermaids sing
the morning has awoken
and sits across the room
the stubble of a beard hangs on
its face
i am love that wanders the alleys
trickling down gutters with a feeble
smile
a vagabond that walks many miles
