Ghost FM

The radio booms on speakers

it’s enough to wake the dead

zombies re attach their heads

ghosts clammer for attention.

What’s this dissenting dismal story

breaking from the ordinary

it must be the radio news.

This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight

dead ravens take flight

like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe

the word nevermore repeated.

Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio

the presenter moves his skeletal hand

and slides the controls to the peak setting.

his voice a long forgotten recording

playing jingles old songs and adverts

for a town where no one is around…

Radio memories

The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.

The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.