And as I sit
With colors all around
There’s a hole in my heart
It’s source yet unfound
When I can fill this
Temporal void
Is up to the imagination
Of a very special boy
I leave everything to you
My life and my soul
Please finally complete me
To have and to hold
In this life and the next
I wish for nothing more
Then to finally feel happy
To no longer feel bored

Again, another

day has passed, again it is --


time to feed myself.

A hallelujah for
classes with masks
I'm basking in
masked yawns,
masked frowns,
half-opened lips
dreaming of soda sips.

We eat on the train

and write on the window panes --


greasy signs of life.

Boredom
Yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
What’s the difference

The sun rises each morning to vanquish the sky
What's more, moon fights back each night as stars flight
A repeat, Mankind caught in a perpetual cycle

Boredom and Inertia, two monsters that lurks in the shadows
Under the radar stay they hidden
Their victims always full of potential but lack discipline
The sight of a slacker lifts their spirits and waters the mouth
Fatigue tears into the flesh and latency rots the bones

Life flows in veins, mine runs out like a river and stains the marble floor
Soiled with procrastination
Not a cry to be heard

I get too fat
I can't go anywhere
The grass is too high

Not for Collie
She feels at home here
For me it's a fairy tale

of Grimm, the forest is dark
it makes sounds all night
and it pushes against the house

which is not as beautiful as it seems
with the luxury glass, the frills
and the canopy above the door

It's hard working all day
In the evening we look at the dog's
running, until bedtime

sitting here, with
elbows resting on each knee
chin resting on cupped palms
skull resting on clenched teeth
gaze restless on the page.

sitting here, without
interest, intent, or intensity

restive yet frozen
taking classes by the dozen.

At school I learned all

sorts of things, especially --


the art of boredom.