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