The circuitry is still a primitive
crystal set at best. Fall like sweet
easily conquers on. My meridian
are the days. It is harder to shoe
The wind does not develop tissue.
In order to transcribe this silent
I hold back my diatribe on radio.
Once upon a time, there was cash, and there were S&H Green Stamps. In earlier versions of this story, my opinion of radio was evident in memories, wind, philatelics, gem tactics, and ash. This is the final retelling, the last time I hold back my diatribe in jacket copy.