Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Boredom


It’s a high crime night tonight
The moon is frozen still
Boredom was on, it had killed everything around me
While sleepers had beautiful dreams
Boredom weaved through me
It didn’t speak
It demanded nothing from me
Wherever I went it was there
I threatened it and all it did was grin
I took it for long walks in the moonlight
It dragged it’s ass
It stood absolutely still with it’s ears cocked
His feet planted firm
It’s eyes blinked
And every thought in my head disappeared.

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