The ages are alive
on 8-Track tonight.
The soul of existence
The hum of screwdrivers
Busting open the jammed, the wound and unwound
I get it in my soul, like a fly in ointment.
The hands down, no segue
Time elapsed in the space between track clicks.
You get me high, 8-Track tape
I get the punch in my stomach
Brendan deVallance.