Been a while since I just straight up posted some of my writing here, so here is a little haiku sequence. This one is certainly nowhere near the realm of horror or dark fiction, but instead is about my obsession with record collecting. Anyone who knows me well can attest to the fact that music and its physical forms are important to my existence. Additionally, anyone else who happens to be a record collector is well aware of how this obsession can become a dark road to tread down. So perhaps it still fits within my general themes? Hmm...
HALL OF RECORDS
I. list has been compiled
covers, colors,
versions rare
must obtain them
all
II. hunt through dusty bins
obsession quest
for bonzers
musical
treasures
III. alphabetize them
inspect each
and every groove
file in
expedit
IV. needle into wax
now i bask in
aural sex
religion is
sound
V. vinyl vertigo
three chords
that dwell within me
earaches bring
sweet pangs
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