Music that I miss
are those that you cannot, for the life of you, get the lyrics right because there was nowhere to read them from Only in Songhits and music sheets which later became the Multiplex mini book with size 6 font but it didn’t matter because our eyes were sharp and eventually, yes, the Karaoke with a screen that renders your childhood TV set with its two-door and knob antique in its former magnificence. The ones that whisper your secrets and declare your existential thoughts The ones that you sang with me And the ones that we changed the lyrics to And the ones that we sat in silence with as the invisible beat throbbed through looks across the room and the swaying of the bodies to the rhythm of the head and glass shots banging more than the drums and the silent mornings when a groan from a hangover and a sigh are much more than any love song can ever promise. The ones that don’t sound good unless you crank it up and scream. "I am an X in an indetermina...