constantly a windy tornado kinetic

something i wrote last year, still like it. i still like music too.

metaphorically a song popular
imbedded with an permanent stamp
a thumbprint trip
an old jazz song keeps on creeping back
my favorite track
with that familiar click
that record pop
keeps on spinnin back around
an instantanious eye sight
within the soul so clear
feels like you are hear...

but back to that birdland
of head trips
how else can i say obsession magnetic-
constantly a windy tornado kinetic.