IN THE GROOVE

Your turntable is able
and your vinyl is on
it’s final song. A return
was expected, the disc
rejected for your next
selection. But the play
was long, extended
and the record has
pretended it is over.
But over and over
it skips repeating and
any fleeting memory
stays in your head instead.
The needle is stuck
in the groove and it won’t move.
It is not finished yet,
Love me do…
Love me do…
Love me…
Love…

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 1: GAME OVER

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