'Teenage Boy'
The needle is dancing directly in the middle of the record. Headphones, tangled, plugged into the output jack -- discarded clothes and vinyl lie on the dirty carpet of his bedroom. Blaring music radiates from his stereo, each note tuning and tweaking his psyche.
Reminiscent of a crazed feline, his dark locks stick up, greasy and shiny, underneath his headphones. Always conflicted, always heartbroken, forever without a reason why.
Skinny with no desire for food, horny with no desire for sex, forever hungry for whatever he doesn't want. A selfish boyfriend, a distant mother, a camera without a lens: he runs the race because he'll never know any better.
This poem is, believe it or not, based on my experience being a teenage boy. It's a little rough around the edges, but hey! Encapsulates the essence of the subject more. I have also never done photography inspired by one of my poems before, so this is an exciting new prospect for me :) This all came about after I had all my records in front of me whilst I was listening to some music, sitting on the floor, and I thought
"fuck, my setup is rad!" so I wrote the poem, then took some photos. I also experimented with Photoshop to get the nice temperature-tones in the images, and getting-to-know a new program is always useful!
