Lethargy

There it is again
The wood-dust sucky sounds...
The rasp at 3:30AM.
In the same room
The ridiculously dated tropes & paperback models.
My counterweight is lightweight.
Drool curdling on the pillow,
the posters flagging.
Dried childhood snot on the walls.
Grandpa's photograph.
Torn sports headlines.
I am forever here...this is it.
I shave & cut my face,
blood leaks beside unkept moustache.
The extra 25 lbs. exposed on the scale,
every morning.
Every Monday.

No enjoyment. Just the wait 'til this time,
everyday the same drudgery.
A stickpan in a rag,
Electro-shocked jello.
Baby's first orgasm.
I am listless under the cobalt sky.
A million things to do,
a million ways to spend the weekend.
But none get me past this point.
Caffeine & muffins.
Carbs & processed foods.
A cat for a friend.
The bills going nowhere.
I jury-rig a routine,
reacting to nothing...
Just letting it all slide.

The work van empty behind me.
All dead space.