I rifle through my brain
as I would a fruit bowl --
sifting through lobes of dull cantaloupe
and honeydew meanderings
for thought raspberries
to masticate and ponder.
Sure, I like my honeydew thoughts
and basic motor-functions
but what I really want is a rare,
of electrical firings
and neuro-transmitter juices --
I am searching for a fresh moment
to pluck and savor.