John Maus

I’m electric, I’m listening to shiny
shiny stars in a golden gaping
vacuum, every deep dark black little
pocket of the pauses between the
beats seeps through my ears and throbbing
body with the rhythm of a solar system, such
heavenly bodily mapping-out and
precision, glorious straits of glowing
ocean, such perfect grouping, neat
division, holy trios of incision, this
way, this way, that way, slicing, coral
reefs of chocolate icing, metal moving in one
motion, John Maus, you have my devotion.