old beaten lp's
filed away in crates
each collect their share of available dust
and i flip their posture forward
to see who rests behind
alternating two fingers
like an insect's antennae sensing something
looking for that big score
tasting the forensically certified fingerprints
of so many of those who tickled their sleeves before me
these records get better with age
i don't mean their sound quality or playability
nor do i mean their ability to fetch a more impressive sum
i'm mostly referring to their smell
from one collector to the next
i just can't get enough of that old beaten lp scent
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