Rich wrote 'The Haiku of Boredom':
The hours pass like snails
On a long stretch of highway
Please pass me the salt
The Poet --Lucille Clifton
i beg my bones to be good but
they keep clicking music and
i spin in the center of myself
a foolish frightful woman
moving my skin against the wind and
tap dancing for my life.
Zoo Keeper's Wife -Sylvia Plath
I can stay awake all night, if need be -
Cold as an eel, without eyelids.
Like a dead lake the dark envelopes me,
Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit.
No airbubbles start fro my heart, I am lungless
And ugly, my belly a silk stocking
Where the heads and tails of my sisters decompose.
Look they are melting like coins in the powerful juices -
The spidery jaws, the spine bone bared for a moment.
Like the white lines on a blueprint.
Should I stir, I think this pink and purple plastic
guts bag would clack like a child's rattle,
Old grievances jostling each other, so many loose teeth.
But what do you know about that
My fat pork, my marrowy sweetheart, face-to-the-wall?
Some things of this world are indigestible.
You wooed me with the wolf-headed fruit bats
Hanging from their scorched hooks in the moist
Fug of the Small Mammal House.
The armadillo dozed in his showbin
Obscene and bald as a pig, the white mice
multiplied to infinity like angels on a pinhead
Out of sheer boredom. Tangled in the sweet-wet sheets
I remembered the bloodied chicks and the quartered rabbits.
You checked the diet charts and took me to play
with the boa constrictor in the Fellow's Garden.
I pretended I was the Tree of Knowledge.
I entered your bible, I boarded your ark
With the sacred baboon in his wig and wax ears
And the bear-furred, bird-eating spider
Clambering round its glass box like an eight-fingered.
I can't get it out of my mind.
How our courtship lit the tindery cages -
Your two-horned rhinoceros opened a mouth
Dirty as a bootsole and big as a hospital sink
For my cube of sugar: its bog breath
Gloved my arm to the elbow.
The snails blew me kisses like black apples.
Nightly now I flog apes owls bears sheep
over their iron stile. And still don't sleep.
