My emotions
spun with abandon
At 33 RPM
The lyrics,
beat and volume,
Related to
who I am.
These songs
soon played again and again,
On a
malfunctioning 8 track tape…
A Mobius loop
of redundancy;
Off switches
the only escape.
My emotions were
fragile; unfinished
On an
unflipped or broken cassette…
Scotch taped,
rewound with a pencil,
They still
aren’t playable yet.
Technology
destroyed my musicians,
Brought back
to life only on disk…
Our holy collections
of a lifetime,
Sold on eBay
at your own risk.
My life tunes
suddenly died again
My history
turned digital downloads…
A glass of
wine and Amazon,
Allowed a
revisit to my back roads.
Earphones
are awkward in old age,
Low volume is
painfully loud…
It isn’t
much of a problem though
I can’t locate
my playlist on Cloud.
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