Naked flesh and the feeling of guilt
Impressed now in my mind.
Statue of a Catholic priest
Who served his time as a chaplain
For God and country.
I wonder what he would see tonight.
A strange man sings
And dances for something,
For that is what this hydra demands,
Is it not?
Something to reach for
Something to hunt
Center of our world;
The place where our year begins
My mouth is agape.
Torn between desire and horror.
Emptiness always hides behind a promise.