Ever After LP

The needle and the dust

But then they’re gone, it’s final—the ever after, long playing vinyl 
I fell asleep and the needle kept grooving 
Warm static pop rhythm in dead wax
A ghost song as long as the waves when they come 

As slow as a low one coming undone 
and the tears just flow, fall and stream 
in rivulets thru the creases, cartilage
valleys of the smile and philtrum
…