ðĄðŪðŊðēð·ðŪð ððŪðžðēðŧðŪðž ðĶ⬛
subtle,
her piqued pink nuance
a centred hole a bee side stung
web woven lyrical,
angel hair spun
spread,
pick up well noted
a delight a record dizzy
needle pulsing,
forty five long long revolutions
Set lists,
fore plays;
muse, a musing music
probing an aural mystique,
plastic, plaid, lost in
licked crack vinyl releases The Label,
as wanton ears weep,
eyes listen and
Surreal mouths,
a gape.
By Tony Searl
Devotional Divine Bhakti
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