Bardoux Boredom – a poem

You cannot go any further than this

Into the mad oblivion machine’s maw

Made from interstices horribly idle

And return from that dire deadly drawn



Would that I could fain obliterate

From mind’s sky the pulse and turn,

Which burns along pylons of tendon

And muscle churning, like lightning



Freed from chemical body centres,

Loosed into cocodaemoniacal horror

Humour swirling in cracks, quicksilver,

Slipping along leylines loathesomely



Limits mean more to others than less

To us who have wandered past those cracks,

Wherein the blind live a’brim of hysterics, laughter

Of madness, in dank caves where peng dust



2 thoughts on “Bardoux Boredom – a poem

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