NEW SOUNDS
There wasn't anything like this before
transistors - those old tube radios
didn't hold water - or a candle anyway -
to the newer sounds of the latest day.
It wasn't as if we 'needed' something new,
but it just happened. Maybe like Marilyn
Monroe, or Jayne Mansfield's huge breasts.
We started hearing Dave Brubeck? Louis
Armstrong? But my grandmother sang
along to any Lawrence Welk singalong.
Couldn't be safer than that, I guess.
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Then - for myself anyway - I forgot about
all that stuff and just entered another realm,
a tincture of balm and a spate of religious
incense. Balsam and fir, an incense more
for insects than humans, But, whatever.
Such bogus Catholic crap I still die.
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