I was bored into enlightenment,
I eased myself into treasured sleep.
Boredom produced long dreams.
I’m bored. But you think I’m deep.
I watched the fire sleep
Just to start it up again—
I wait for your sigh
As I secretly count to ten.
I drive you out of your mind
Because you think I don’t yet love.
Your slender, perfumed boat is moored
To the long wharf we pace
At midnight; do you know the beautiful face
Which looks best in love is the face that’s bored?
I cannot help you. I’m bored beyond belief.
And yet in the back of my mind I notice something.
You are too beautiful. I am that thief
Who robs you of more than you are; who makes great
All that’s forbidden. Don’t talk. I hate
That we are normal, that you keep coming back
To problems—I’m bored with those. You lack
The stamina to do
What needs to be done to this person you pursue.
You are starting to become bored with this, aren’t you?
Let me show you how that works. The rain
Has arrived just in time. You will miss your train.