Body Poetic / by Reckon

Today I’d like it to rain

Today I’d like the ocean taste,

The overpass coming on to me,

small campfires, crowded tents.

Today I’d like a better charade,

a better song to dance to.

Above here below, splitting fusion spitting atom with a sneeze,

nose ropes and off-color teeth, dressing on the cheap;

I too worship a giant stick of butter.

Today I’d like to slip between seconds and sweat atmosphere,

the scent of reconstruction as if you didn’t see it coming;

For this I will tiptoe across desolate fog on continuous wave, transmitter.

The art of sublime obscenity, the body inside of the egg between two sparks;

Up with Her whose image recurs every place I walk.