Sunday, January 6, 2013

one for the road


insulation
  -or-
the coldest

i believe someone once wrote about the cruelty of winter and its said effects on the
heart. another iceman said that these aren't crack advisements, but rather commandments.
in any case, i had entered the building, the tinder-box as we (royally) playfully called
it. the irony of nickname and the present icy conditions were not lost on me. in fact,
they nearly pre-occupied my musically inclined mind.
                     
                 ^

the timbre of the place suggested a hard and distressed look; there were ghosts in the
air. for the moment, i froze, forgot to move and focused on an antique chest in the
corner. i was a criminally breaking & entering palestine/philistine but needed to inject
some tnt into my veins. i drifted off thinking of re-connecting to some interesting
folks; it was very jung in nature.