Prelude to Subterranea

Yeah the water’s cold
              & it’s deep too
& I’m down there right now
                              doing the stomp
              beneath the rippling shade of
the kelp & the waves
that take me back

              & down the street from there
                              the hammer falls, the drum
              beneath the pavement, the
                                                tropics in blue
                              just when you stumble
                                                                & the fog lifts
                              & the wires that hold you
snap back into a standard pulsing
              rhythm none of us understand
or really listen to anymore

                              an inheritance from other
              less disconsolate ceremonies
                                                recorded in neon