dark night
driving an unlit street
lightless cyclist
© Rachel Green November 2025
On Listening to the Record Charts
Oh, sweetest chile', whose single tops the charts
didn't thou think thy sampling be so obscure
that none alive would spot the ancient beats
that were well played when we were young and pure.
Thou thinkest thou, thy music be so new
and yet delightful to the ears of them
so young and innocent to listen to
these riffs that echo from the decades then.
Mark thee well how melody doth shadow
voice that ages gone hath left this widowed land;
who before the glittered ball did take a bow
and loved so dear applause from every hand.
For though these radio jocks delight in sound
Sing thyself, for thou deserveth not such praise unfound.
© Rachel Green November 2025
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