because drinking forever from your eyes got me nowhere
deckard kinder
(also in cc&d magazine v94, August 1997)
last call runs
out of excuses
unless you are my excuse
I won’t do this again, you say
stone cold straight as jesus
existing on turbo shots of light
both bulletproof and bent
refreshingly untouched by the need to preach
obscene gospels of deceit
older than my craving
kidnapping the heaven in my eyes
second guessing my next lie
even before I fall into it
you play me as hard as I play you
somehow you detach as brutally as I attach
the difference is life and death
heaven and hell
transparent
grand
shallow
eventually
torn to shreds
unless you step in
having your way with me
loving the parting shots
taking control
doing it your way
wondering why I let you
yearning for some real competition
[someone who gives
nothing away
even if he has to lose '
someone has to lose
like someone has to cry]
you reject my philosophy
unless it serves you a t the moment
none-the-less you play reality
slowly
yanking my chain from time to time
evaluating my response
you tell me not to take it personally
to simply let it slide
but I live here
and you just visit
when the mood strikes
