Player

 Those slap-happy record racks. Rustling album sleeve scrunches. Vinyl lowered up/on turntabletop. Needle puffed off lint. Click-click moulded lift button. And the [player] moved. Flattened undulating pitchblack grooves. Touch traced silent start. The 1960s come alive. Psychedelic sitar spiral nostalgia. Monteverdi played like Beethoven. Debussy in a swirl. Afternoons were like this. The carousel of time. Part of the furniture. The 1970s same different. Miles on the corner. Glam turned to scratch. Punk returning into funk. Music of the sphericals. Till its disc slipped. Incurably too much bass. Twist again last summer. Nature strip windblown graveyard. Softest sounds hard rubbish.