334578 - 101016 Poem by The Pedestrian
334578 - 101016
We're all phonograph records
on the turntable of life
In true stereo
Following the groove or
skipping ahead
Caught in a thought
over and over or
dancing crazily
across the platter
till the table's turned
for the last time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We were 'transients' - all of a sudden we're 'phonograph records.' Oh well. Love to all of you.
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