Vinyl

This record jerks and smirks around

Dull to a degree

Nothing but a droning sound,

A bitter melody.

So as it plays i perch and wait

And prays so that it gives

Something i can contemplate

But, good lord, it's repetitive

I break it off on the last track

...banal tones i can't fathom.

If i see you when i take it back

I'll say "...please don't buy this album".

6/5/11

August in May

In this room I slump depressed

Soul apart from all the rest

Motivation nothing less

Than the floorboards at my feet.

So I think of days to come,

As if my time has just begun,

And realize my life's outwrung...

Success rendered obsolete.

However much the rays have shone,

June, July and August gone

I fear I'll recreate the Somme

In my brain upon that day.

So here I slump and fret and force

Myself into a working corpse

Thrown around by shit discourse

In the crying month of May

3/5/11