POEM - Vinyl Victorious

It is better than it should be

Despite the noise

The background

The clutter that accumulates

That just shows it was shared

That others got to hear it

It is the peaceful way to enjoy

That gives the sound more space

The waves a broader spectrum

Instead of cramming them

Folding them

Squeezing each tune

Until it can fit

In the smallest corner

Of the latest digital prison

I always remember the aliens

On “3^rd Rock From the Sun”

Trying to listen to a CD

It gave them angry faces

They tossed it out of the car

Accompanied by the line

“When will this planet ever discover

            The superior sound of vinyl?!”

We had it already

Almost let it go

With the other good stuff

Everything that is tactile and real

It is disappearing

When we don’t watch

When we believe the lie

That faster and smaller makes better

We lose touch and can’t feel

But at least in this case it has stayed

My beautiful rich records remain

I can say the word album

Without as many stares

Talk about a record player

And confusion has lessened

The revival came

The simpler ways remain

And the warmth of the music

Blankets my ears

In soothing sounds