electricity in these aortas
that illumine the thunder storms
of the jazz pianist in my brain
echoing finger taps up
and down the spinal column
triggering solar flares
in the sclera
puffs of thought drip
through these neurons
and seep into my soul
blackening the happenstance
of our existence
walking through the night skies
in my toenails
i can't seem to find you
what
where
who
how
zip
zap
tip
tap
constellations of brain cells
deadened by life
are seen in the pools of
my ear cavities
auratic sniffs of the spirit
leads down the path of
slavery
chained to those words
eternity doesn't care
today, tomorrow, yesterday
one big nebulous
freedom is you
and your senses
but all gone, Mister-Death-
stolen.
eat it while you can.