Boredom Poem By David Michael Jackson June 7, 2015February 4, 2005 by David Jackson The clock ticks but I cannot hear it. my spirit is not eased this long day of moments here I sit here I sit here I sit chin in hands chin in hands *** Related Posts:Life and Opinions of Doctor Bop the Burnt-Out Prof.…Walkways. A Poem by Allison GrayhurstIn Memoriam Joe Ruggier Canadian Poet and Poetry…AMERICAN MOBILE. A Poem by EM Schorb.Hope Poem by T. S. EliotReviews & Comments on Robin Ouzman Hislop's…
