House


I wrote this at a time when I first discovered that deceit from unfaithfulness was not, really and truly not, life threatening.


When I’ve been up all night
and parties hang heavy on my eyes
I think of you, faithless and sad.

It’s alright though, babé
because if you were a house
I’d live in you all the time.

© Rod McRiven 2011

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