Poetry Blogs (2020, Vinyl dreams)
There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson)
There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson)
In a room,
a child not yet a teen,
sits full of good vibrations.
The vinyl stolen from parents
crackles with life,
static and promises of a long summer for all.
Surfboards, so alien to this coast of estuary and mudflats,
yet the glow of California dreams and girls perforates his reality.
Do i...
Sunday 18th October 2020 8:48 pm
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