Poems from heavenlymisery
i remember
the sorrow
when you saw me
-d.m.s.
the needle comes down
and a crackle comes to life
shellac disc
inscribed with spiral grooves
becomes words
and a melody
his fluid voice...
you
you were not capable of love
i'm not sure
you ever were
because
back then
i believed
a broken heart
could be mended
a hand
always...