In spite of everything like redoubled efforts to glide backward

To go in both directions

This dumb boat still doesn't fly

And that's no way to let a body down

I believe in balancing after a month of midnights in hot water

Scalded under holy water punctuated with the punch of opiates

And that's no way to bring a body down

Standing with a bulging fist of nickels for the parking meter

That's the art and science part of your eccentric sleight of hand

And that's no way to cool a body down

I believe in violencing after a feast of fasting on hot water

Scalded within by holy sin punctuated with a punch of opiates

And that's no way to bring a body down