My energy has drained away,

My energy has drained away,

Little beads of it

Rolling right off my skin,

I am left feeling

Wan and weak

There is a word for it

But the access to my brain

Has been denied

The doctor would give me a choice of four

Something like

Apple, chair, biro and flat cap

After ten minutes

Of general chatter

Maybe about this or that

He would plain ask me what they were

I would say “So you think I’m getting senile Doc?

I’ve used this trick myself.”

He would say

“It was all that alcohol

You consumed to help you forget

It seems to have worked

Korsakoff Syndrome comes to mind.”

He would laugh

Thought himself a funny guy

I would say

“It was more likely all the acid

We took to remember

All the things we didn’t know

That we knew.

Smart arse.”

“What were they?”

“I forget.”

It was a solid relationship.

The word is a bit like ‘inertia’

Which is a good word.

But hey,

It does show you how

Langour can affect the brain.

Cactus is an Aussie word

For wobbly legs

Don’t ask me why.

But frazzled comes closer

To the mark

Than indolence

I guess

But I still can’t remember the word

I want to use

And being a psychologist

With a head full of symptomology

Enough to spit out

And rattle a few

Dyed in the wool Dinosaurs

With wooden hearts

You would think I would know

Just what that was about.

I think it might have been inertia

After all

But truth is

I think it runs a little deeper

Maybe when I feel less languorous

Not so listless

Slothful or torpid

The word will just pop into my head

Without all the friction

Of moving parts

But I won’t need it then.