Go On, Record

For the record
And all the ’70’s vinyl we thrifted for those Saturdays as downtowners

For the turntable we excitedly found
And the way we felt our world spin and spin with it over and over again

For the record
Go on record
To say

You neither had a beach in mind
Nor the white dress for me you described
No thought for a home for us, at all

None lyrical love notes did you ever produce

We were just spinning
As broken records do
Over and over
Until you were over us



circa

I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time

On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain

Virginia

 
I know it is my unbelief
That keeps me in this loop
But as I touch the white fur fringe
Of his red velvet suit
I ask again a second time 
For simply one small thing
The Ultra-Fantastic, Super-Fly, Retro Decoder Ring