“Skeet. Bored. Peace.”
by be.
Skeet. Bored. Peace
“I’m bored”, said the boy who is busy – not much.
Drunk off the punch that is fizzy to
touch.
He peers at his peers for a nod with a hunch
that the game really isn’t
so
tough.
(What?)
“I’m bored”, said the boy who has responded – not yet.
Poor, but he pours til his appetite’s
whet.
He scores when her pores get to separate; sweat.
He sours from plain view
as he jets.
Set.
- Bryan 'be.' Espiritu