Reset Your Body Glock
Reset Your Body Glock
by cocteau
All day everyday. Clock. Board up the windows,
it’s hardly coincidence that hurricanes wreak more
havoc than time travel or melting ice caps.
Stars in the suns, Clouds in your coffee, peace
is yours if you want it. Stop snoring. Growl
if you must, but give of yourself:
Sneeze! Enjoy your moment in the moon: hack,
spit. Hum, gargle ‘til morning’s first/ & most
terrible light. O ging’ er wieder!
This is really nice. Not too hip-hoppy, so an interesting photo choice, but I guess a “glock” was a popular item in mid-nineties rap. . .
But I love the poem. Stars in the suns.
Yeah, I like the poem as well. I’ve been wanting to use this photo for awhile, but haven’t found the right poem. So I thought I’d stretch it a bit and post it with this one.
Nice rhythm, love the look and feel of your words. Thanks for sharing.
hachoooooooooo! rock on, cocteau, this kind of luminous energy looks good on you 🙂