I have no night to give. No display of courage to wear. And no space to mourn. I have to look at the clock often to remember where i am and yet i still have doubts. i have just enough room for you. if i get it right. I have no memory, no shadow, no ghost. And i have no night. What could i possibly offer you but regrets or a poem that could never love you as i do.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
