Split Open and Melt
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