"ummaging" poems
T he memories always play back to haunt me.
R ummaging through a stack of vinyl records at Amoeba.
A nxiety finds its favorite record to play, speed up my heart rate... start the mosh pit.
U nderneath that pit, a prisoner sits.
M ay there come a day when freedom wins.
A nd until that day comes let the record play.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC