i love new cds
the crinkle of sliding
plastic wrap off
how it feels to remove
the security label
in two tries or less
to see my eyes on
the backs of songs
crystal clear and
iridescent
*(too new to be vintage
too old to be cool)*
how smooth a brand
new jewel case feels
and a booklet before
fingerprints
but then again i love
finding them secondhand
a little smeared and
pages crinkled
how a brand new
album is a blank
slate for me to write
my memories on
and when the plastic
cracks and the music
plays on it all just proves
that together we lived
*(hoping and praying we didn't get
scratched to the point of no return)*
i was born in
the fall of a fleeting
shimmering silver age
the hybrid time
between analogue
for the common man
and digitization
of the masses
my childhood
when these things
were still fragile
expensive
slipping into
adulthood and
falling into
feeling obsolete
*(i am the last remaining
child of the compact disc)*
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
i love new cds
the crinkle of sliding
plastic wrap off
how it feels to remove
the security label
in two tries or less
to see my eyes on
the backs of songs
crystal clear and
iridescent
*(too new to be vintage
too old to be cool)*
how smooth a brand
new jewel case feels
and a booklet before
fingerprints
but then again i love
finding them secondhand
a little smeared and
pages crinkled
how a brand new
album is a blank
slate for me to write
my memories on
and when the plastic
cracks and the music
plays on it all just proves
that together we lived
*(hoping and praying we didn't get
scratched to the point of no return)*
i was born in
the fall of a fleeting
shimmering silver age
the hybrid time
between analogue
for the common man
and digitization
of the masses
my childhood
when these things
were still fragile
expensive
slipping into
adulthood and
falling into
feeling obsolete
*(i am the last remaining
child of the compact disc)*
Copyright 9/30/16 by B. E. McComb