Saille De Bains

                    It has to have been at least a week since I last showered.
The water has come to save me and cleanse me of my sins.
Hydrogen and oxygen.
The flesh and blood of a new christ.

                   New things are discovered when you look into a mirror for the first time in twenty three years.
"You look like shit, you Pall Mall smoking son-of-a-bitch."
Somehow I can't look away from the reflection.
Is this self-obsession or a fatal car crash?

                   I've resurrected these old notes from the medicine cabinet behind.
My mouth moves along, but no sound appears.
Just the smell of a damp, musty, old paint shed.


Thom- I don't have the bends, but I'm certain I am still sinking.