(boredom
the moment in anticipation
or unawareness..)

as the poet lu yu wrote:
the clouds above join and separate
the breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns
life is like that,so why not relax
who can keep us from celebrating?

i)

boredom
nothing as beautiful
as a flame

is it the relentless advance
or the colours
or the pain..

ii)

my mythology is dodgy
but when your man gave us fire
the gods chained him to a rock

and vultures devoured his liver
same time same day for eternity-
ow..

re:boredom
when you come by
say arn´t i special..!?

and bored i answer
yes,you are..
the tatt is your mother?

and your lovely long
hair
ah,you are an artist..

i can´t sing
i can´t dance
and i can´t play guitar-

i will be a star!
yes,you will..
a question of belief..

re-boredom-lies at the heart
of all sin-if not all
then nearly all-and part
of the human tragedy..

i am never bored
i remember as a child
i was bored constantly
so i know what it is..

but it went away
don´t know how or where
glad it did..happy..
if i may say..lily..

i never bothered with alcoholics
anonomous-no doubt a fine body
but listening to other´s problems

was  too depressing
no doubt there could be solace
but i thought i got into this mess alone

and i would get out of it alone
no doubt they had habits that i
could share say-group therapy

no doubt,ended in a big arguement
and increased the pressure
the problem was of course, boredom-

ii

boredom
when we were young
and when we are old

bored to sobs
man´s concentration so-
eqivalent to some of the more

advanced insects..the difference
is ******
i was bored

boredom is a tunnel we must
travail
when we were young  

they said machine
now,they say green
or telephone..

have we become too much
too much time
too much mind

an iron glove
a soft touch
the hieroglyphic sign

plain
pain
insane..

iii

lily, i have believed in balance
and acted accordingly or tried to
the stars above-the stars below..

so to the silence
my heart on the wing
your birdy song-

crow..