Ode to Technics

Twenty-one-year-old
speakers and receiver and
tuner and equalizer and memory

of how I would buy
and pay anything
to get closer

to that bastard
of young
with the voice. To replace

it all now
terrifies me. The sound
of anticlimax

is lonely and loud—
the young turned
fifty years ago.

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