The last thing that she said to me
was keep yourself alive
she’d been a fan of Mercury
May and those two other guys
whose names I can’t remember
I walk around downtown
and the city feels like one gigantic
vinyl record store
tonight the music left to us
and trapped inside those discs
spirals toward an emptiness
that once had purpose.
© 2017, Glen Armstrong
This has a special feeling to it, Glen. I’m enjoying its after taste.
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