grrr it's another poem.
-L.P.-
Today I spun on sun-thrusted sleep,
Slipped from my tan envelope of life
And dreamt.
Grooves grew into me,
Etching teeny secrets into my skin,
My songs splayed out in analogues.
Vinyl to the spine
I revolve,
Adding up anticipation
I smile everywhere,
As his arm skates across my body
Needling echoes from every pore.
I play back in quantities so real
They go forward into eternity
My skin crackling out continuously.
.....
I had a dream that I was a record and Jeff was a record-player.
Today my lit. professor wrote on my paper that I should really look into persuing liturature in grad school.
I felt smart.
and began wishing I could afford it.