I have owned
and discarded
so much I’m finding again here;
little of it
do I care to own again,
but upon raising from its place
a copy of — well, you don’t need that
information or why it’s important —
upon
raising it,
how swiftly I recall
the ritual of slipping
this exact beloved
out, laying on a light finger
for a subtle
check of its nature, balanced
and spun upon a single finger
to test for warp and curve;
remembering how
I used to live that way
and though I am no
current cult audiophile, prefer
CDs and files to such
stacks and stacks,
upon considering
the green-gray dust
in the crease
of this gatefold album,
thinking of
nearly forgotten
all nighters and then seeing
on this otherwise
pristine jacket
ball-pointed writing,
“property of Stan,” I
of course must
buy it,
all the while hating
Stan,
wherever he is now,
whoever he is
or once was.
August 7th, 2016 at 1:13 pm
powerful and i really relate to this
August 8th, 2016 at 8:17 am
Thanks.
August 8th, 2016 at 5:39 pm
you are welcome you write very well
August 8th, 2016 at 5:44 pm
Thank you again.