Circa 1996

and I sit

by my desk

that's 20 years old

and listen to the smiths


my laptop hums

and drills the wood

and dire straits

takes over the mood.


Where my dad sat

and listened to vinyl

plastic candles sit

so my dad listens to dubstep


and on my mulberry painted wall

the carpenters -

they were the only band I'd heard of -

have their vinyl warped into a clock


oasis is hung on the whiter walls.

blur looks out from another.

and over my head hangs the smoke

of incense, circa 1996.

The End

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