Vagabond

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

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