• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
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Rocking back and forth,
back to the 60’s, forwards to the present,
dusting off that old pocket radio I had as a kid.

Feeling once again in analogue control,
jockeying the dial, this way and that,
tuning out and in, in these touch screen times.

Hearing two stations roll into one,
snatches of a fairy tale interspersed with snippets
from an expert on male pattern baldness.

Where else would you
come across a sentence so ridiculous as
“The goose that… wore… the golden… wig.”