I’m SO bored
faded and frayed as an old pull cord
banging by a window in the abandoned ward
of a hospital marked for demolition
pigeons and rats at every station

I’m SO bored
my dusty brain beaten, rolled-up and stored
in a hessian mail sack under the floor
of a factory specialising in cheap, chintzy wrappers
the kind you find round Christmas crackers

I’m SO bored
floating like a tart green apple core
nibbled by a sailor then flung overboard
to drift along in the East Australian Current
thinking I was heading home when I wasn’t

I’m SO bored
a crap cat sofa terminally clawed
tossed in a skip when the house was explored
and all the junk cleared out in a day
for a dirty great truck to take away