Bored

[tectak]

On listening;


A passing bus rattles
interior doors in softwood frames,
keyboard keys emit hollow Morse
code dictated to screen.
The ubiquitous hum
serenades the inner ear.
Bugger me , billy. Have alien's with lexicons taken over your body? This is clean as a whistle and I can blow it.
On looking up;

coving covers the lines
between walls and ceiling.
Spiders spin and flies vibrate
webs like beaten drum skins.As a concession, how about a capital coving? After all, you DID end S1 with a period so it cannot be a deeply held commitment to sans punctuation.Maybe "beating" or it is a tense moment.

On looking inward;

The man no longer
of present or past
a child, parent
heart beat frail.Losing it a little here but only small nit on punctuate to clarify.
Blood thinner from life
cosseted in happy.Meh. This not good. Many reasons. You know what they are.

On looking at others;

Strangers to the view
abstractions deciphered
filed, locked away
meaningless.But back again. No grief here. Fuck me. A poem that makes sense...what is happening?


On Looking...

Yes to this. Cute and acute. Going somewhere, getting somewhere, not even the fastest route....scenic I'd say. Well done. I will read it again.
Best,
tectak