the electric taste

tongue-tied to a word that does not exist,
the small looks big and the big looks small,
magnified by a million and still murky
while looking deeply, you see what I see.

then a sound

suddenly it gets faster and faster
the trumpet breathes out soul
and stops
it gets faster
and finally an explosion so high, it makes you sink into your chair
while listening deeply, you hear what I hear

the electric sound

richer than a thousand tropical fruits in taste,
slower than a turtle,
faster than a Japanese bullet train
electric currents
mind numbing and addictive
you want it
you want it when it rains
you want it when it's cold
you want it with people
and you want it alone
you want the electric taste to spread like the plague through your body,
then stop,
then begin again,
and finally explode... until the next track.