Contained

I am the spark of now

clench your shoulders

to my current running

from your neck to your waist

breathe to my need

of being alive electric

the fuse to the bomb

in old movies burning

that sizzling sound is me

in now staying on the wet wave

of is this where ahm 'posed tabee

soreee this undertow has me

salt is left making its crusted mark

and summer straddles now like a buck

no knowing if i'm past or future

cataloging and clever ahm lost

this bur ning of time at a rate

this useless churning in distraction

that you are not real not even

unpeeled your reaction contained