i exist
in the pregnant
pause at the
beginning of
waiting room
by fugazi

the moment
when the groove
hits and then
everything

stops

manic lightning
infected by
the beat
gone silent
and arcing madly
with no purpose
zero direction
lost in the creases
of electrified jelly

by the time
the rhythm finds
me the moment
is lost in the
vorpal edge
of deep depression

the party has
moved on while
i jittered
anxious and alone