To Name a Thing

I play Germs in the store
before anyone shows up.
The air is so thick that when
I walk through it
it ripples like a pool of jello.
A body does work, gets
rest, props itself
up on the bed, walks
by putting one foot
in front of the other,
stands around, mopes
with hunched shoulders,
feels too warm, and then too cold.
Generally a body acts
like a pain in the ass.
Go to work to pay the rent
so the body has somewhere
to sleep and put all its stuff.
When you break it down like that
why not sit by the river all day
with a bag of ginger biscuits?