Stereo Death

Had my portable stereo CD player since 1999 when I had

 my first flat after me and my ex wife split up.

That stereo lasted me thru thick and thin;

raunchy love making with Diane,

swinging parties and threesomes with Kelsey,

drunken England Euro 2000 sessions with Pete

and other mad times in my second flat.

Fucking half a dozen gals from Metal Hammer

and Skin Deep magazine ads.

What fun we had.

Each thrust equaling so many spins of a CD.

I had hum drum boring times between my flats living at my parents.

Now the circle is complete,

I’m back there.

My stereo packed up.

The tape deck died years ago,

the volume went tonight.

Copied CDs jump,

it was sledge hammer time!

Alas there was no sledge,

so lump hammer come on down!

Thump thump went the heavy hand held hard hitting hammer.

Thud thud thud mother fucker!

1999 stereo CD player death in Nick’s garage.

Bits of silver and black plastic flying everywhere.

Yes it stayed in one piece,

only the battery door flew off.

I tapped in the speakers,

knocked off the aerial and zonked the rest of it.

Total ruinification!

Now I’m using my dad’s stereo.

I’ll give him twenty quid for it.

He said it’s old.

It plays USB,

I’ll put my audio poems on

and fuck up the neighbourhood with my acid words.

What will happen after this stereo dies?

Bring it on big boy…