Saturday, October 19, 2013


Tim Tipton 

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 park
   It dragged its ass
It stood absolutely still with its ears cocked
   Its feet planted firm 
Its eyes blinked
   And every thought in my head disappeared.

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