Noah’s Symphony
Turn around and you’ll see 360 degrees.
Tipsy or dizzy, dazzled and unbalanced.
Jumping over the obvious, skipping.
It’s groovy how you can can,
over and over again, become one with
the shellac or polyvinyl.
Its circumference everlasts, but the spin
is slow or fast. Some ride high but scratch
and waste the singsong space, the sizzling
stellar and crucial becomes psychedelic.
Two feet planted on the recording, soaring.
Sore their plantar, blistered by the hiss.
Do resist the shake and shiver of insane.
Tears ruin the score…Noah’s symphony.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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