the king and the queen
sometimes there's nothing I can do
sometimes you're everything I do
then we're walking in Van Gogh's flowers
do you like his lazy blue? off the tip of my tongue
where I proceed to touch you
was that a drop of wine? an arc of air?
no, you have nothing to do, the shops are all closed today
and long since overgrown with weeds
whatever you want, you can buy it from me
and then it rained all purple or whatever she wanted
children are walking by, I'm saving your wishes
I think about the things I could build with my hands
but the biggest castle would still be lonely
hey, tomorrow I want to draw a picture of a world
then I want to go inside and be the king and the queen
we'll laugh so hard when we tell that story
I don't care who hears it
they will not be there in the morning
~
2002