#155
Used CD stores,
i still love them.
Flicking those plastic cases,
clicking past awful 90’s fonts,
i wont pretend i liked
the scratches or the skipping
but i liked to listen within the disc’s limitations,
i liked the feeling of posters watching me
i remember the patterns of light
splintering from the anti-theft devices
colouring the shadows strewn across the tile floor
as the sun baked in
and i picked loose threads
from the stool i sat upon,
the weight of the
clunky oversized headphones
set to punishing decibels
as they sat on my head,
i’d let my eyes close,
and run my fingers
round and round the coiled cable
and lazily open to watch
digital seconds climb,
as the clerks smiled and shook
their heads at the shit and gems,
intermixed with their recommendations
stacked to be sampled,
the music meant something,
i could feel it in me.
#156
Is there any romance in this?
This pineful waiting
in this soft room
dancing with the clock
toiling with stresses
praying to happy fates
i explore fictions and philosophies
seek haven in mind and music.
Oh crow rooster, crow,
and ring tomorrows dawn.
#157
Now i can feel it.
i feel it again
as sure as i feel
the pounding breeze
run through my hair
there is that rise
i am still,
but vibrating,
hanging on to my body for dear life,
it’s good to be back.
#158
Impermanence
is almost as hard to conceive
as forever,
that things have changed,
and can’t ever return.
It always happens too soon.
#159
Oh i remember this,
excitement for the morrow,
and tomorrow’s tomorrows,
i loathe to say glee
but what exhilaration,
and fortunate impatience,
laying here, day-dreaming,
waiting. The tomorrows will come,
their gifts unwrapping
to the present.
What expected mysteries,
and joyful fear may accompany,
i’ll try to taper
my wild expectations
as they tend rally
beyond certain realities,
above all,
i’m simply excited to be excited
which has sadly been too rare,
nothing short of a great fault,
a great great fault of mine.
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-Mr. Write