Paper boy chasing tissue dreams,
Pale balloons in hand.
Gleaming moonlight shivers,
White picket fences to dance.
Come outside, let’s play,
Spotless dog with stick;
Chasing ‘round luminous globes,
Slick fur matched with quick feet.
Platinum set jewels,
Stainless steel frying pans,
Doesn’t make me a housewife,
Doesn’t make you any less a man.
Tonight you’ll dry the dishes,
And I’ll have dishpan hands.
Let’s play a game of chess together,
White rook to king’s dead end.
Tuck worn child in to sleep,
Little face with incandescent hair.
Cool kiss brushed on gentle brow,
Dreamless, hue-less, without a care.
Strange old Suburbia House,
How illusory you stand.
Neither life nor death knows thee,
Common life, a stranger to your land.