Internal Jukebox

Stalking shadowed cranial corridors

searing sounds from sonic youthdays

revenants from times forgotten

dislodged songs swim sleepstarved mind.

Country laments from lonesome souls

electric squalls from acid guitars

string quartets from distant lands

perfect pop from the once 'Fab Four'.

Internal jukebox-envied by some

cool fascination to casual listeners

endless tracks-thieves of sleep

Foetally balled and swathed in angst.

Evoking past times, best forgotten, 

from silt of former selves and lives

sepia washed faces from innocent days

lost in the deluge, drowning still.