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.
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.