Like a beggar feeling for gold in the dark
I mosey in the shadows searching for the scent of bliss
Blind to everything but my own thought
I skirt the edge of light and dark
A stuttering heartbeat
I rest upon a sturdy form and begin to flutter
Slowly
I come away from my stupor and tilt my head
Upward
Illuminated by a golden sphere
A moth grasping at God
Gripped in the glow I am light
Reflecting unto faded stars
We
Inanimate forms buzzing along to the
Dull hum of the universe.

twenty two years
such a great testament
for playing house
together, you've sowed love

i see it in your children
i see it in her chicken soup
i see it in his fancy eyes
hand in hand, playing house

my playmate is far off
in a land i don't know
we stopped playing somehow
but we still look at each other that way

i saw it in our banana pancakes
i saw it in your fixed gaze
hand in hand, we played house
but we're not playing house anymore

i see it all clearly now
the burnt kitchen
the crooked fence
only ashes in the fireplace

the scattered drawers
the empty living room
a wide open front door
abandoned, astray

we never had that house
but i've imagined it so many times
that house, our house
you burned it to the ground

maybe, one day
we can play house

The rope is loose around my neck and yet it makes me cringe and sweat,
don't tighten it and frighten me
I'll be good just wait and see.
I'll do the dishes,grant your wishes,dig the garden too,so please don't tighten up that rope or I will turn quite blue.

there's something about
the people you don't know
that makes you laugh

the old men escorts
babble while we whisper
they make you laugh

cold fingered hipsters
who talk **** cause they can
have made you laugh

"what are you doing?"
"just playing" i would say
and then you'd laugh

bleary blue eyed boys
good intentions twisted
have made you laugh

and yes even I
still blue eyed and bleary
will make you laugh

there's something about
the people you don't know
that makes you cry

the old men escorts
babble while we whisper
they make you cry

cold fingered hipsters
who talk **** cause they can
have made you cry

"what are you doing?"
"just playing" i would say
and then you'd cry

bleary blue eyed boys
good intentions twisted
have made you cry

and yes even I
still blue eyed and bleary
will make you cry