Almost nearly there

Milieu,
look around and what does it do?
depress you?

In the church of the seventh holy Sunday,
they bend over backwards to pray for
the future.

The hover fly hovers above me
fanning the flames of the fires
of sin, but in the church of the
seventh holy Sunday
sinners are not allowed in.

Boredom is more than being less than,
it is momentum in quantum amounts.

I look around me
at the sights and
the sounds that we
make and want to
break out of here.

On slow spin like the washing
machine with few clothes in
round and round
sight and sound
fanning the flames
of the fire within.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.