Floundering (146 of 365)

Day 146 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day languid meaning: 

(of a person, manner, or gesture) having or showing a disinclination for physical exertion or effort.

Floundering 

The library was uniform

The stacker a be-speckled girl

Did the volumes justice

The extensive collection 

(Or so she supposed) 

was well catalogued and organised

There were puttering sounds

Of this or that Author 

Whispers in the wind

That carried themselves hopefully into her ears

But turned into vacant promises

And soon dull hopes

On weekends she met this or that guy

Saw the Internet entered the deets

Did the deed she was frumpy

But not 17 anymore

And a girls got to eat

Alone on his couch 

The rough sort

The sort that sweat sticks to

And the smell sticks to

And semen sticks to

The stuff that sad middling women stick to

Glasses lying cracked beside 

Her inglorious roost

Her nakedness bears shame 

In its languid paleness

Return to normalcy 

But less so 

Less appealing 

Books become dust

Shelves become rusty engines

Images and thoughts floundering 

Images and thoughts of a vast steel engine with iron jaws and black flame kissed teeth 

And the demise of books and

The demise of a pretty existence

And the demise of her

She thinks of the heat 

And then feels the cold vacant stirring of a customer

Stamps the pass 

Stares idle into the distance.