the infinity playlist

tipping memories through finger tips
the cigarette butt trailing
a smouldering mind.
leaving soot,
the grateful soul.

they had it wrong,
singing songs
of heartbeat gone,
or heartbeats lost –
in the ectasy of nightly cost,
we sang songs
remembering what went high,
hitting down low.

“Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’. The first single.”

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