boredom

A Poem by anais.vionet

about beating boredom (due to MONTHS of corona virus lock-down)

DOOH! *whispering* Don’t look now, but that pasty loser boredom is here.

You can always find him waiting, hanging in the silence of empty rooms.
To acknowledge him is to sink into vacancy where the real is shattered
and its pieces spread out until you exist without thought or desire.

Quick, turn on some music - let it become an extension of yourself.
Dance and recreate fun - before you are struck helpless.
Tell him jokes and he’ll leave..

“I thought the neighbors were nice people - then they went and put a password on their wi-fi.”
“A lot of people cry when they slice onions - the trick is not to get emotionally attached.”
“There’s a new restaurant called Karma - no menu - you just get what you deserve.”

Oh, look, he’s gone =]
*still dancing*