The Fist of Vapor
Living in the shadow
Of someone else's life ranks
Right up there with
Oh I don't know - being stabbed,
Puking your own shit, or even
Falling in someone else's for
That matter.
A tangled mess of lies and back alley
Handshakes.
Who do I trust?
Who should I not hurt?
I can't take a chance on him.
I love the other.
After a certain point in any
Professional lover's life
They have expired to the status
Of
'No Use What-so-ever'
There just isn't enough Earth to
Safely drop that much baggage
from the sky.
I have no desire to continue
In anything other than a glove
or hammer.
