Struggles To Leave Boredom Behind Poem by John Sensele

Hispanic hairpieces on my head heighten the confidence
Strutting in my subconscious every time I saunter in streets
Of the hometown I call mine despite the diffidence
Critics claim I express in in my temperamental tweets.

Tattoos on my svelte silhouette temper travails
My mind ruminate when in calmer moments
I decide it ain't worth tearing veils
From truths I can no longer bear from corny comments.

Accessories in my bedroom do little to calm nerves
I conceal in public when I decry the loneliness I feel
The beauty I parade in hotels where shame shelves
Melt the belt I fondle why a limpid love deal I can't seal.

Cosmetics I buy galore grind the folklore
Mom injected in confines of my blind mind
Despite the resentment I ferment to score
Zero as I try and try to leave my boredom behind.