listening
listening to really old songs,the type your father played
and you lapped on the side
of a marconi with stereo
in a blue leather case,
unless you're too young
to recall, the stylist
who didn't style your hair,
and a needle that didn't
sew your jeans.
listening to old songs
that I heard on the lap
chantreuse with voices
and killer sixty hairstyles,
or weirdo seventy fashions.
Hotpants should never be worn
unless under medical supervision :-)
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2011-06-16 at 23:03
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