swampwater captured sound

days upon days of a listless pissy rain. the yellow crust of pollen washing down into sickly rivulets at the bottoms of everything. spring is melting and spoiling me. three decades old and all the bones are creaking, standing up too quickly unleashes explosions of pops and crackles. static man. frozen in time. forever low man ebbing out of cracked speakers. mired in a pointless sobriety, everything is just stark and flat. i feel the sound reverberate off my empty walls. more moments ever passing.