roadside shrine

sad animals
stumbling to various
versions of death
limbs fighting for
balance their
fear measuring the self
only desire
interrupts

hope equals longing for the duration
of this lifetime
in a gray sky clouds act as confidants
of our self destruction

this house is always haunted
I thought I'd give up
find the love in fantasy
my private thoughts a
river of flesh
but there is no way out of
this haunted room

so I'm like a medieval saint
trying to pass through this life
as fast as I can when what I really want
is to become a sinner
with you my only sin