Toad leaps. Fish gapes. Heron darts.
I lie on the sofa and eat Minstrels
Apathy has me in his grasp.
but I can’t quite be arsed
Peas or beans? Peas or beans?
There. I’ve actually made a decision
We make strange bedfellows, Apathy and I.
He snores, and
I wonder if I’ve got S.A.D.?
Everything’s an effort, even…
Apathy has gone too far.
He has suggested
a threesome with Sloth
Mount Fuji looms above my window.
I’m in Wolverhampton
Just checked – it’s still there.
Maybe it’s time to adjust my medication
April arrives, bringing gentle rain.
My torpor lifts.
My buttocks droop.