when i run aground
i
play
the
songs
that make me feel / make me almost cry
( theyre LIFE photo'd in plastic )
remembering when i struggled
and
they were beacons / revelations
and
Armour
we would play them
on portable tape players
on street corners
like
out-of-time urchins
lost without a revolution
( waiting
for
SOMETHING
to
happen )
we would play them
in hatchbacks
parked up on the forest fire paths
where
the
sky would pretend
it
had
secrets locked down in dense emptiness
we would talk about them
round the pub jukebox -
the
lost art of mic'ing up a drum kit
that
special scream of a frisco fender
and CLAIM them as OURS
( and if anyone else played them
or they turn up on radio 2
then
its
not
right - what do THEY know ? )
and
i
dont
ask
any questions of them any more
they ARE what they are / what they NEED to be
in
the
long twitch
of these
prescription days
~
and
then
i
play
them
again
sat back
smoking
and
still / always / forever
enthralled
their importance IMPOSSIBLE
to
overstate
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