I’m so fucking bored, I want to crawl out of my skin and bounce in the marshmallow snow…
…that blows me towards the yellow glow
of city streets and beats that flow,
where buildings sway as sounds rebound
every which way
as they pound into walls, and then fall
into silence shaped balls
that roll through eternities white washed halls,
leaving glimpses of a place where boredom cannot thrive,
where I can arrive with graceful fun and dive
into a sun filled haze,
alive and unfazed
and fucking amazed
at the boundless joy of my new found ploy
to trick the mind with coy desires
and leave behind the watered down fires,
the dimly lit mires of my tired grief,
and make myself a blissful thief
in stealing myself a new belief.