on a bench under a tree with garbage bags
he has his house and his kingdom
he lives with a supermarket cart full of secrets
like a flashing sign of lost hope
they said he was king of a distant land
they said his wife ran off
they said he was rich, but flat broke
a man of miraculous hocus-pocus
where are the horses ?
blinking for a moment like a star, burned up, consumed
he talks to the skies and whispers a prayer
he lives with the unknown
they said he was king of a distant land
they said he was rich, but was flat broke
they said his wife ran away
a man of miraculous hocus pocus
where are the horses ?