Saturday, 9 May 2020

the smell of vinyl




To be honest
It’s an echo
Silent echo
of a howl
Owlet howl
double yearning
Hong Kong longer
Expirations
Gotta wanchya
Like an album
Slide you out
An’ put you on
God I miss
the smell of vinyl
Diamond stylus
Cut her groove
Dust brush static
Black as love
Velvet wipe
The record cleaner
Lux your surface
As you spin
Thirty three times
Every minute
there’s a banshee
In your shellac
There’s transgression
In your crackle
There’s a whirlpool
At your whim
Scratch your broken
Hypno rhythms
Burn my loins
And flush my skin
Revolutions 
Drown me naiad 
an your perfume
Lulls me in.


09/05/2020



















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