Gods of Vinyl.

In a little room
in a trailor
with fake
wooden panel
on the walls.
I would be transported
through the music.
Opening my window and
putting the record
on the turntable.
Raising the music
to the highest
level.
The energy
coursing though
my veins
was electric.
Laying on my
bed
as the huge
Pink fluffy
Pair of dice
danced in the wind.
I would look at
the magazine
cutouts that I had
plastered to my walls.
This was my religion,
These were my Gods.
And as the music
Played I knew
I would always
come back to them
when I needed
guidance.
The Gods of Vinyl.