The Hymn to Boredom
We passed the factory
with the roof collapsed
passed the house she grew
up in
passed another house she
grew up
she didn’t want to go down
that road
the heroin is out of
control there
anyone who is driving is
looking to score
or turn a trick to score
She lost the wheel to her
car here
her virginity there, these
are small town
stories, I deal in stories
she asks me again
if I’m bored
not the first time over
the past few days she has
I’m not, the world is
timelines
the world is stories
I was riding around with
another friend
a few months back catching
up
talking about jesus and
serial killers
she worried I may be bored
The world moves too fast
we are chasing out tails
doing circles around
uncertain futures
I love listening, I love
being still
it’s rare I find myself
bored
when I do, its welcome
a respite, a moment I can
shut off my crazy
brain
enjoy living in just one
moment
--Jason Baldinger
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