now that you've got this going
don’t you wish for more
melancholy as new years eve
a little bland & pear shaped
as the unremarkable pop
so maudlin too much reverb
that replaced jazz once
you disliked cacophony
but grew to love it
those round tones
preceded our bluest flames
look back listen
to the words you wrote
built fires subsumed
© 2020, by Hannah Six
Image: Rock Zhu (CC BY 3.0) via Wikimedia Commons
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