In The Morning I Pack Up My Gear And Toss It In My Carryall

Run The Wide Load To The Lip And Watch The Big Core Crack And Glow

In The Evening I Undo My Belt, Split Open And Melt


I Wake Up On My Stomach With My Face Between My Hands

And Crawl Along The Floor Toward The Doorway

Jumping To My Feet I Try To Put Myself Together

But I Feel It In My Knees, And The Room Begins To Spin

And I Slip And Bump My Head And Raise A Welt

Split Open And Melt


We Breathe Deep In A Steam Dream

And Plunge Below The Water Line

Down, Down, Down

Between Beams To The Gloom Room

Among The Seaweed And The Slime

Down, Down, Down

Melt