The Rewind Button - An Ode To Good Music
Like the reprint of heaven by Gods own mercy,
I’m still in this moment, briefly stolen by these mint chimes,
Ever so silk and supple as remarked by these ears.
Forgive my drag back, back to mature rum.
When I hear current tones, I’m aware that it creeps, creeps on drone memory.
The mundane assumptions of classic art.
I pity these lost animals,
Feeding off that sound that pleases bowel, not soul movement.
For I have I found and romanced this mistress ever so often by the most highs manifestation of pressing back.
Sexier than the thought of a woman before she is spoiled,
I pray these dulcet forms never sue my repeat, never accuse me of stealing their time.
I apologize for I am a thief, a smooth criminal forced to breath these jagged misfits and immature phrases. I will continue this larceny with the rhythm of glee and jazz to seduce.
To my reader I would hope you’d come on and go with me ever so subtly as this Sade marinates. As the end nears by the devils jealous rear, remember this songs tender warning. Press play now but rewind for a lifetime.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2020
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