The Wires from My Broken Record Player - Cars & Trains

i’m sitting listening to what my broken record player has to say to me but the humming has no secrets to tell except the one about it’s long time

yearning

to become a tin can telephone thats wires creep out of second floor suburban

windows

like the grass escaping the sidewalks from the cracks below

then again watch, the wires fall

then again watch, as the wires fall

i’m walking listening to what the dirty power lines all have to offer me but the broken wheel of words that they spin hold that solemn hiding place of nothings

if they had a choice maybe they’d reach forever high into the distance

like so many misplaced words and phrases on the tips of our tongues