Needle - for #dblogweek


drops onto the worn, deep groove

Top of the Billboard for years, but

we can’t dance to it

Volume turned down or cranked up to shatter the windows,

it is cacophony that never ceases,

even in slumber, it blares in our heads

The bass rumbles in your soul

shaking our bodies apart slowly in time

Change the station and it’s the same Musak

only some of us can hear

This is the rhythm of our life,

skipping and stuck

until the needle is lifted.

Christel Marchand Aprigliano