One-Body Bash

 

your head as a slow menace

 

warns it might

           just

       seep

           slosh

     and

                    squ e e z e

 

drip down your spine

and land like smack

on gurgling heartthumps

that echo in a hollow breast

 

such a cavernous container

holds only space

to wrestle and thwack

against one’s own dancing flesh

these organs slowly

 

make lonely

sounds like music

cadence creeps to regularity

and softly booms rhythm into muscle