hole

and I’ve wandered through this chain
in and out the fire ring
felt in places like a mistake
though I like the fire game
sordid whims and perverse bellyaches
whispers through time and again

why feel the need to go
back into the hole
damp and cold – exposed

undo the loop
blindly slither through
hold your breath
is this slow death?
and I’ve wandered though this cave before
stripped it down and locked the door

why feel the need to go
back into the hole
dirty cold and dirty souls
back into the hole
when there’s somebody home
someone home – alone

and it all started at Friends
where the circle stopped but never ends
it feels so good to be free
not as free as I want
and in some ways I’m not
it’s a jackal’s breath on my fingertips
a heroin sick from a lover’s lips
who needs friends like these?
who needs Friends?

back into the hole
when there’s somebody home
safe and warm