Tunnel of Hate

After a cruise
through the tunnel of hate

A quieter pleasure rises
with the man
who sleeps alone;

The private life
follows the thread
of every wish
to it's bitten end.

After a go-round
that wasn't merry,
or a fun house
that wasn't any fun,

A single, rented room
is a kind of comfort station

finally, a place to park
and cease all motion.