Please refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for a background to the story.
I love the sound of boredom;
At least, nobody has to break a sweat
To find some entertainment.
A good excuse for this writing!
If only for one lifetime I could pretend
I am not a poet;
Not even a writer,
Who feels an obligation to satisfy
Some lonesome pair of eyes,
Or some sense of identity,
In a world that’s spun out of orbit.
Or a desire to release myself from being
A soul that is bored with itself.
Then, I can lie peacefully still,
Watching my fingers do their thing.
Hope the wise-humoured reader
Will pick a clue with unattached fingers.