“Dirty Old Blues”

I have black eyes,

they smile to the sun.

The sun cries some tears,

water my feet.

I look at the mirror

in search of good words from my mum.

But all I can see,

is dust from a hero.

And if I could write,

I’d write some art.

But to write is hard,

so here’s some dirty old blues to go with some rum.

 

 

 

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