i am not the kind that likes to tell you what to do........

why is it that i feel myself evaporating lately?

clear and thin alcohol sweating out of a bottle.

i feel stretched in different directions and worn out on emotive nonsense.

the precipitation in the air must be acid rain coming down from cotton clouds to soften the blow that yes i am alone in my love for the things i hold most dear in this life. photographic eyes lining wooden tunnels with concave lens. i see the world with much less pretense than i am accustomed to. did i forget to dream myself out of these situations or is this the promise of something greater....



that leads to a door with a porthole cut out to the world inside. i am but the bright light beaming but held in stasis in this Southern Maine miasma. why we do we dream of better things but do nothing to bring them about today? the world is at your doorstep is nonchalant bullshit. tommorrow mocks me knowingly like a horrid sibling.




rooms define us.






we live out our lives in them wondering why we did what we did and deciding if we can continue our lives this way.


unfamiliar ceilings with a hedgehog dilemma. seeking something to stifle these fears that expand and contract like a balloon filled with sand. i held out my hands to touch the turntable to dissolve these garish walls and fill the holes in my head where my sorrows leak out. plug in the sounds to find that warm organic crackle of vinyl. for a little while the void within me is permeated by sonic joy.

the presence alone of those records comforts me on these languished and disheartening nights to dream it all away into oblivion....