somehow
it’s enough
that i caused you
surface noise
scratched triumphant
across vinyl records of your soul
&
on the way out
kicked in
your precious speakers
left you
dying for one more song
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aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
2 replies on “surface noise”
Scratched, and bleeding out.
I’m the bleeder, Billiam. Remember?