hanging around
waiting for something to do
but there is nothing,
if he smoked he'd smoke a cigarette
fag-end of time
waiting
dynamic apathy, nothing
to do,
lives wasted in schizophrenia
wandering about, straying into cafes
hopeless pints
never a girlfriend
anxious hours
waiting-rooms, injections
occasional sweet moments of joy
a hundred years of boredom in a minute
Jesus spare us
'Dynamic apathy', there's an eyecatching phrase if ever... There is always an answer; it's finding it and then doing what it takes that stymies the best of us. Well-writ and insightful piece, John. Esther
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
PART-TIME DYNAMIC APATHIST! Good badge!