Apathy — Summary

Jen CzahurAnxious

Seconds away from the breathing That I’ve come to set my rhythm to Drunken paradise and poetic reverie Burning holes in pockets, side winding bottle rockets No one in the darkness Just a pointed finger And some apathy Dripping nose no longer But I am speeding just the same Home grown and lower tone Then anyone, then anything I come to see you through the lights Holding hands with dynamite But in that picture It’s not the image That I’ve grown accustomed to It’s the ghost that haunts the memory Of what I saw in you

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"Apathy" reads like a blurry night out, remembered in flashes. The speaker is caught in a haze of drinking, restlessness and half-formed daydreams. Images like "burning holes in pockets" and "side winding bottle rockets" give a sense of energy with nowhere useful to go. Around that noise sits emptiness: "No one in the darkness / Just a pointed finger / And some apathy." The speaker seems to be moving fast ("speeding just the same") but feeling very little.

The poem turns when the speaker goes to meet someone, "through the lights," and finds that the person no longer matches the picture in their head. What remains is "the ghost that haunts the memory / Of what I saw in you." The poem suggests a lost or changed relationship, or an idealised version of someone that has faded. The mood is hazy, restless and quietly sad, with the numbness covering a sense of disappointment underneath.

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