fiftytwo

apathy apathy apathy
airways and apathy
eyes are open but no one's looking

angles, alpha, gamma
word and number means nothing

anymore
there's a marching in my brain
a drum
beat beat beating
keeping my step in time
a black box is soaking up
all the heat,
serving the purpose of pumping blood

they're passing notes
that no one's reading
they're talking louder
but no one's listening

she's writing it all
down
down, but not registering anything

she's making monopoly money,
moving a mountain,
paying for her fix,
wasting more than just money

hollowed out and sunken in
which way is she looking now?
there's only one thing she cares about
APATHY APATHY APATHY