music of electrons
sometimes I am jazz-
sometimes I am jazz like
a pearl wind and
the danger
down rhythms of tap
dancing fingers on
timpani drums-
sometimes I scuttle
through the blues of
tear drop
trumpets at midnight-
shuffle through militant
smoke like craw-daddies in
muddy water-
sometimes-quarter time-
staccato notes violate
me-
harmonizing with
the music of
electrons intent on
quantum suicide
-peter taverna