Again I’ve been dreamin’; the one
That always has me feelin’ like screamin’:
Wakin’ up in a place I know but don’t remember, last
Night’s warmth, passion an’ promise already coolin’ fast.
When the friends that I wanted were out
And the ones that I met were not.
Drifted to the palace game, realising I
Knew neither the names nor the rules. Later
At the accident club the edges were dull, the
Twice-warm’d wine and cheap skin-sin far too pale,
Loud music too clever-sharp, too new;
All angles without corners, connections;
And we had all the line punches off pat.
The casino masks must have hidden people –
But they made it kinda hard to believe –
Once I’d matched dates
To the ticket lies I presented,
And the flames didn’t burn
The cards wouldn’t turn
My despair-low numbers into
The faces and aces I desired.
Walking out and waking before
I’m bundled out, I don’t recognise the
Face on the crumpled pillow so opposite mine.
But she smiles, with a stir and a twinkle
“for your money,” she’s breathless in need
“We can do it all over again.”
Smiling back, I have to remind myself
That the lie that the devil may care sits
Next to the fact that he doesn’t.