Blue Crosley

Down on my mind

A bonfire of falsetto

Ivory smooth on the sound

A white needle

Slices through black grooves

Wavering melody repeats

And stops to be flipped

But it keeps going in my head

Entranced by the cycle

My brain is a canvas

I’m tired from the captivation

So I merge with the static

And float on the chords

To get lost between the cracks and pops

It hits a skip

Bumps from one side of the scratch

To the other like the switch of a dream

Suddenly I’m somewhere else

But I continue through like

I know what’s going on

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