4/19
Boredom.


On a day with nothing to do
it seems easy to go mad.
crazy-mad, that is.
Not like mad that across the street there is a sprinkler.
Which does make me mad- in Arizona?
Really?

But there has to be something
I could learn, make go
or sit.  And inactively await a purpose.
And be bored- I am bored.
I'm bored of this poem. 

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