Vinyl Destination (2016)

Cassette
dated summer ninety
six of
power pop mixes
gone off

the rails like
audio powder
kegs.

Sharpie’d discs,
shiny
surfaces
skinned;

we’re the Napster
kids, all
spit and
no God-given
shine.

Burnt
through eons ago like
hookers and blow
but for
ballads we
know like the
backs of our
foreign hands.

On Mansons, Rivers,
and Marshalls we
may differ but some
twenty
winters later,
pop culture’s
splintered more like

atom than orange.

But I will admit this;

midnight on my porch was
never more
endearing than beside
b-side syllables

playing second fiddle to residual angst.

I attribute
loss of
hearing to headphones
in the
clearing where

freight trains run.

So here’s to poor
people still rocking
the Beatles
and falling

in love.

Here’s to the rhythms
and here’s
to the drums of
degeneracy
that married
me to punk.

Here’s to your
someone,
guy or gal in

the crowd.

Here’s to old school and
proud of it;

a masterpiece still
grounded by word
of
mouth.

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