National Record Store Day

(a celebration of substance and sustenance)

times square scribe in digital age lawn furniture
a constant captured background photograph phantom
slow pitch penning a story lacking its end

harvest moon midnight high
rooftop champagne flow
rainbow luminaries
Italian exposure Irish blessing
vampiring again throughout 4AM schemes
arm in sling, switch-hitting cigarettes
the foreign diplomat spared my life in the crosswalk
I live on an ave. & a blvd. simultaneously
my st. suffers from multiple personalities
that even 125Th’s bootleg metaphysics fail to explain
every van on the block is green and arresting
with memory rides elsewhere

rejuvenating smooth touch of porcelain dawn
unseasonably cool & still as winter carnival carousel

National Record Store Day
black vinyl fingertips grasping sound
the tallest man on earth
a dark face handcuffed to every
wrenching jukebox lyric
pendulum thoughts, waking & dreaming
bare mattress complications haunting
tupelo honey Rutili waltz
an album’s orbit on the needle’s kiss
snagging & unraveling my ghost’s crimson sheet
the fleeting thread through my hands,
forever as the vinyl’s closing groove