Jan. 13, 2021


(So, if you folks aren't going to Blog, I will. This time, a poem. You have been warned)

"There's a Radio, I know, somewhere in my head.

It turns itself on, then back off again.

It hasn't got dials, I can't even hold it

but it makes me smile, when I try to control it.

'Cause in there somewhere, 'tween the halves of my brain,

it sends me new songs, see, I'm not really insane.

Better than ice cream, or sweet jam and bread.

This on-again, off-again

Radio in my head."