Forbearance

I've become boring

Searching 

Without doing the dirty work

Motionlessly frantic

Too much time for thinking

Inaction, more appropriately

Ill-conceived action

Immobile 

Bittersweet and tacky

Cloying

Dull

For want of what?

I don't remember

I don't remember who I was

It can't be that far

Yet, it is all but out of sight

A slow pulsing

I see nothing

Or this blank, soft blue haze

I've been here before

Too many times for a city this big

The smoking is getting out of hand

I still don't want to open that cheap bottle of champagne

Buying orange juice is painful

I'm not even sure I can finish this

Much less go to the grocery store