dark boredom

I can go anywhere and do anything - in dreams

Oh! This eternal, infernal lockdown

I want to strike out, in ill-natured rebellion,

but all I can do is grip at shapeless hope.

I’m free to dream, of course, and I dream 

my fill - I’ve become a dreamaholic.

My omnifarious dreams are deliberate, 

whimsical, vengeful, hopeful - they even

tiptoe love's erotic, cutting edge but reality

soon returns - stealthy as a parent - 

to induce dark, ordered boredom.