My shadow has left out of boredom.
Time yawns when I enter a room.
I am the world’s most boring man.
Rivers flow up hill to avoid me,
and plants fake their own demise.
I am the world’s most boring man.
..at least to you.
I rot
without the courtesy
of decay.
Even the worms
forget my name.
I am the world’s most boring man.
Rooms seal
when I arrive.
Walls pull tighter.
Windows fog
from the inside.
I am the world’s most boring man.
Mirrors flinch.
Blur me out
a shame
they cannot frame.
I am the world’s most boring man.
Language dies
in my mouth.
Words stagger in…
lose shape…
lie down…
and do not get up.
I am the world’s most boring man.
I am
what silence uses
to feel
less alone.
I am the world’s most boring man.
The void
once sent me a letter.
Blank.
Unaddressed.
I keep it
close to my skin.
I am the world’s most boring man.
I am the place
the scream turns back.
I am the dimming
of a light
no one turned on.
I am the world’s most boring man.
If I am not enough
there’s the door
I never made.
There’s the map
that leads
to nowhere else.
Go.
And carry
a little of me
with you.
Excitement is not for me.
Signed
Content in boredom.
