Flirt With Boredom

I blocked your calls

Your name is a dreadful nudge

When I hit the wall, this fall

The unspeakable thoughts

I'm not, not here at all

I don't want to leave my bed

I'm stapled to the wall

In search of fountainheads

I flirt with boredom

I lost my words in it

I try to think of somethin' else

But I love to hate myself

Spring blossomed just in time

To show me a sign of life

Perhaps her hand is there

To settle this affair

A fraction of a flower

Sits by the lawnmower

Good thing I hesitate

To do my chores today

I flirt with boredom

I lost my words in it

I, I try to think of somethin' else

But I love to hate myself

I flirt with boredom

I lost my words in it

And I try to think of somethin' else

But I love to hate myself

To just imagine us

To and fro, runaway

On that old Chicken Bus

A fatal ricochet