The Monkey on my back is named Apathy,
He doesn't like bananas, he likes Pall Malls.
From one long filtered smoldering to the next,
we sit wasting hours. Just me and my diseases.
I say “ lets go to the store, get some coffee.”
He just raises a furrowed brow and shakes his head.
When all the shows are reruns the days merge into
one
long
commercial.
Here everything is cereal boxes and
laundry detergent,
is there enough in the world to remove my stains?
I need some magic lye powder that I can scrub this ape away with.
There are things that need fixing
cars, dryers, windows, the walls need painting,
but I just need
a few minutes more and I will get to it...
Somewhere I am a hero, somewhere I am all the things I long to be.
But not in this universe, here I am just sitting,
smoking with Apathy.