Boredom

Into a well I fell never to be seen again
I fell and fell until I came out the
otherside of the world in China
where I did not blend in at all
despite my mastering of
Chi Gong and Wushu
I learned in the
Bowery in New
York,
summer came
and went and fall
foliage turned the mountain
red and still I waited patiently
for the enlightenment that never
came to me, I have lived my life upside
down and backwards and probably would
have been happier as a goat herder than whatever
I am in suburb burp as Harriet was fond of saying forever
and a day at our garbage parties when we celebrated the
artistic qualities of garbage having gone bezerk from boredom