The Thief and the Night

You dip your naked fingers

Into my foggy eyes

My eyelashes like storm clouds

Blown across sea-blue skies

My patience like a medal

Tacked to my chest

A gold sun pinned

Onto a black vest

I'd like to hurt you out of love

Break you open like a vault

It's not my fault I'm this way

Sometimes you pick my pockets

Watched by an eagle on it's claws

Into a cave black as night

My fingers break into leaf

All that green disorder

On a quick-fingered thief

A criminal queer

The dawn's clear red light

Finds us out as thieves

Shot through by starlight

And pissing on our graves

My feet wrapped in wooden socks

I cross the forest floor

Poor as a vagrant

A thief at your door

An angel on a wounded horse

Rides by at noon

While I keep on begging

Broken alone

I dream of you crushing

My finger with your boos

When two thieves join hands

It's like an old tree's roots

An angel on a wounded horse

Rides by at noon

While I keep on begging

Broken down alone