dailies

bring me to the age of pyrite

the slog the open pit of boredom

what if boredom is in my chest

what if i see that what is boring me is me

i have asked for the age of pyrite

the fake the anti-wonderful the mean

i ask for an age worthy of our times

of newsfeeds of tweets of combustible

incomprehension

if boredom wears a body

bring me its head so i may

show it my very pure love