That’s how it comes. Even in the sunshine. It seeps through My brain’s rafters Until it’s melting Every canal for thought. I sink, like My mind’s A mattress That’s too soft. I sink Until the world Before my eyes Is just empty Twilight sky While I’m buried Underneath sand On the sea’s floor. The beams go limp. Taps won’t stop crying Vinegar tears, and the house Folds on top of me. I dig, But everything’s Sticky like Boiling rubber. Throw me a shovel Please!