I just wrote this about… ten minutes ago while watching Alan play Metal Gear Solid Five and listening to Maurice Jarre’s magnificent score for Lawrence of Arabia, on a first print vinyl.

Took a great motorcycle ride to Ma & Pops’ house and finally got a hold of my moleskines from when I was in college. Those always prompted me with their size to write the very particular kind of poetry I love to write. I was sitting on the couch and begining to wallow about still not being able to write poetry.

So I said, “why not?” to myself, picked one of the unused ones except for a single line — crossed it out and began to write beginning with today’s date. This post will be going up at 4:00PM Sunday, but I am typing this out at 11:50PM Saturday night. May 5th, 2017. My second poem now in many years.

Vinyl.

These records we listen to give us such bliss,

With many a note,
or just a few.

The obsidian architecture spins weaving the sweetest of nectar.

For the scene we see in abstract is an indoor campfire,
with no matches,
but tracks.

Thank you for reading.

©2017 Trevor Elms

Featured photo by Trevor Elms ©2017