the rain is pouring, from this window
perfect puddles of water
in the street below
disturbed by roaring monsters
across the alley, they gather
the hypocrits, liars, and theives
and the rats are hiding out somewhere in the kitchen
surrounding the wholesome, vitamin-packed cereal
with sex for the holy, drugs for the righteous
it's all religion anyway

the road goes on forever
curse the beasts and the burdens along the way
the road goes on
name by name we disappear
wrecked by our own desires on every bend,
skidding through wet spots
we pretend we can handle the speed
it's all religion anyway

there's a lifetime of ideas
disturbed like water puddles
trampled by grumbling animals who don't believe
that somes roads bend at 90 degree angles or that
the rats are in the kitchen wreaking havoc on our dinner
of corrupted distant hopes
that were once the closest thing to our hearts

only in eyes crying wine
do they keep  up their precious
sacred look-at-me religions
while the fortunate dream seekers, the
silent ones in shadows
are lost in time
in flame
in twisted metal, too suddenly
when a puddle is cradled by a vengeful curve

rats are still in the kitchen
yet they sing oblivious hymns of self elevation
she screams back in silence
this hellish road is too long to follow
and she builds her altar inside the pantry
waiting for nightfall's company

09/30/2002

Posted on 09/30/2002
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