The Moon Is In The Gutter

The moon is in the gutter

And the stars wash down the sink

I am the king of the blues

I scape the clay off my shoes

And wade down the gutter and the moon





The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts

As i cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,

Leaping over the gully where i would one day take lucy

Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon.





Such a long way from home, just me and

The moon is in the gutter

All my plans are flushed down the drain

I wander lonely as a cloud

Over memories at her mound

Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.






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