boredom | hands in the garden

let’s meet out
front,

we’ll watch the
bus stop..

just to see who
gets off,

then we’ll take bets on where
they’re headed next,

based on which way
they walk.

i drop my wedding
ring into a
glass

to watch how quick
it sinks,

it’s senseless games
like these that
consume
me

when given time
to think.

the crinkle of a
gum packet

in bottomless
pocket–

day’s lone
form of entertainment,

mustache prickles
upper lip,

left-side sleeve hangs
ripped,

unfocused with no sense
of purpose.