I’ve been sat here for
eighteen months, unmoved,
occasionally dusted, definitely unplayed.
I do not mind. I know that largely,
I am obsolete. No-one plays vinyls
anymore. We are kept as collector’s
items and curios. Personally speaking,
there is a little part of me that is surprised
as I am a classic. Changes by Bowie.
The eyes of my cover have been locked looking at the same
thing whilst I have not been played
for the last eighteen months.
A guitar that has not been played for the last eighteen months.
Reflections on 4
A forest of wind turbines
Slice fitful gusts into measurable
Denominations. It is frowned upon
To burn the midnight oil.
We must use an alternate
To complete our work.