Boredom (series of 3)

 
dust
 
White walled rooms  
cobwebs and dust  
clean it away  
to watch it grow  
inhaling airborne motes  
shining in the morning light
that promises more of the same
come tomorrow  
 
 
radio static
 
The radio loops the latest pop  
we’re out of soul reception  
Nicki Minaj makes me want  
to kill myself  
all other channels offer
white noise static  
that loops just the same  
 
 
voice box recordings
 
My words bounce off  
the 9 to 5 walls that promise  
a pay check but little else  
I promise the necklace in my pocket
isn’t compensation  
for this soul-sucking waste of time  
 
© Indie Adams 2015