hanging around <br />waiting for something to do <br />but there is nothing, <br />if he smoked he'd smoke a cigarette <br />fag-end of time <br />waiting <br />dynamic apathy, nothing <br />to do, <br />lives wasted in schizophrenia <br />wandering about, straying into cafes <br />hopeless pints <br />never a girlfriend <br />anxious hours <br />waiting-rooms, injections <br />occasional sweet moments of joy <br />a hundred years of boredom in a minute <br />Jesus spare us<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-souls-5/
