broken in poetry
- Feb. 3, 2019, 1:34 a.m.
- |
- Public
reality, a vinyl record spun so many times it
hiccups pops and skips, scratches in the dips
betraying the circuitous motion that it plays
endless inadvertent repetitions, back to back
giving away a game, both profound and profane
merrygoround of alternating fortune and shame
so hold onto your seat, it’s going to repeat
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