wEt rEvErB

wEt rEvErB

speak to me oh echos of my past
the flow of combo-nations out
in push pull up down strokes on
steel against wood forever kept
in memories tucked away with
dreams of vinyl kings and queens
and all who lit their way brought
the reality of what wheels turn to
make clocks tick which brought
me misery against a love

I should have never left.