ode to boredom
i have returned from my much-too-prolonged hiatus* from poetry writing to present you with a most silly poem! behold:
wave a flag before my eyes
bring me a most welcome surprise
douse my languid being with ice
burn my torpid mind will suffice!
with flames, with fury,
with spice, with mace
anything insufferable boredom to erase!
for if allowed this consumption to wax
i will lose what remaining syntax!
*i have abstained from penning verse mostly because of an aversion to the "you" subject that keeps invading my poems, which gives them a familiar-to-the-point-of-clithe-for-me accusatory tone. alas, i have escaped only to be trapped in the "i" subject!
humming "i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, if you can tell me something worth fighting for"...i'm not interested in being a freedom fighter.
wave a flag before my eyes
bring me a most welcome surprise
douse my languid being with ice
burn my torpid mind will suffice!
with flames, with fury,
with spice, with mace
anything insufferable boredom to erase!
for if allowed this consumption to wax
i will lose what remaining syntax!
*i have abstained from penning verse mostly because of an aversion to the "you" subject that keeps invading my poems, which gives them a familiar-to-the-point-of-clithe-for-me accusatory tone. alas, i have escaped only to be trapped in the "i" subject!
humming "i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, if you can tell me something worth fighting for"...i'm not interested in being a freedom fighter.