An album by Neil Young
was the first I
paid full price for
‘On the Beach’
raw, volatile & real
he held no punches
‘For the Turnstiles’
gave my brother
headaches
yet it has endured in time
The cover photograph
showed a rocket
stuck in the sand
yet it was just
the tail light of
a 1950’s Bel Air
the beach is just a
shadow for me now
my temperature regulation system
defunct
The sun’s too hot
The sea’s too cold
So Goldilocks stays
home in the shade now
on sizzling summer days.
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