Ode To Boredom

A deep sigh
Stale air moves
Like a pompous lady to a tea party
Slowly, ever so drearily
Arrogent confidence swaggers through
At a pace too dull to think of
The dust particles meandering about
The sun moving at a pace close to rewind
The day wears on

Body moulded to a straight backed headmistress chair
Slouched like a hunchback at a stamp collection viewing
The neck stuck out at tortoise angle
Unwilling to move even an inch
Dull, duller, dullest
Lids droop to stoned level over marble eyes
And mouth hangs open
Tongue glazed with dry spittle
Too Ritalin to close

The flies have stopped annoying
The deadness is infectious
The abbottoir still dripping with carbolic soap and steroid blood
In breeding lifeless forms of meat on the slab
Hooks of carcasses drying out in the butcher’s fridge
Just hanging around
Waiting to be cleaved into shape

Thoughts dawdle, dwindle
And navigate
To places we really hate
The mind is listless and does not tire
It feeds on past duldrums and plays them at sedate pace
Like a 1920’s movie star pouts her lips and sensualise her lids
Luxuriously

Moss moves in on the brain
Till thought slogs through
Then forgets why it came
Like a man sent to buy milk
And returns with cereal

Boredom creeps in like squatters into a vacant building
It’s here to stay
Fight like the devil for a soul and you might find a way
For
Time has gone to join it’s maker
And has no intention of return
Help-less
Reck-less
Idle
Boredom