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Jul 1
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..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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