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