Feb 2013
The needle scratches as I thump the arm
vinyl on wooden casket
illuminates in the eerie half light
unseen voices echo
distorted
as dusty sleeves reveal their inner thoughts
they station themselves between
the speakers
spouting yesterday's memories
as once more the needle
relaxes me
and 33 going on 45
leaves me in hysterics
laughing for my own amusement
as Sinatra on helium
sings
I did it my way.
vinyl on wooden casket
illuminates in the eerie half light
unseen voices echo
distorted
as dusty sleeves reveal their inner thoughts
they station themselves between
the speakers
spouting yesterday's memories
as once more the needle
relaxes me
and 33 going on 45
leaves me in hysterics
laughing for my own amusement
as Sinatra on helium
sings
I did it my way.
To those too young to remember this is a stereo radio/record player all terms relate to it's construction and function
Written by
DieingEmbers
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