Cool Purple Mist

late spring rain, cool purple mist



strawberries big as a baby's fist



earth is soft and it yields to pressure



the moon is far too bright to messure



comets crossing overhead



i wish that we both were dead



hard times that you've seen us through



selfless heart that beats in you



the things you say to comfort me



your offhand virtuosity



your pale pink lips, your face flushed red



i wish that we both were dead



eyes green as watermelon rind



the artless way you speak your mind



new stars were born for us tonight



old sky pitch black, new moon bone white



i heard the evil thing you said



and i wish that we both were dead