Vampire by the Gulf (a song)

Out on the dock, bugs and condensation,
the swirling filled up air tumbling, rolling like black
clouds, everything rolling around you,
still and open
like a night flower.

You watch the water calmly, your eyes go dark as kelp.
You run your hand across the back of your head,
soft and elegant as a pelt,
emerged in your new short haircut,
like the first tear of rain streaking past your face.


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