I am playing solitaire.

I am playing solitaire.

It is night
And the red queens are screaming.
I cannot see the stars for sky, it shrouds with sorrow,
And the kings are starting to march
Even though it's July. Through my head.
I couldn't say why as I sit and rock all alone in this night
That the jacks are tumbling. Stranger-
I thought it was easy.
But now there's just clubs that I don't want to know,
Echoing shadows. Whispering wonders.
And my heart's beat for now, I should switch to the glamour
To try and make headway - such glimmering frustration
That ends with a spade.
Well, that's life.