The ceiling that you are staring at will fall without your eyes to hold it up. (poetry)

Sunday morning

                         suspended somewhere between

 claustrophobic  and hungover

too lazy to turn on my own music

                                choosing to listen to my neighbor's instead- 

                                         a somewhat benign voyeurism

somewhere

                                                   there is a list of things that need to be accomplished today

on a paper, on a table,

                                                         somewhere

                                                     That list does not include closing my eyes

does not include counting the number of honks from random cars

driving by

in a hurry to be

somewhere

I wonder

 what that is like:

being in a rush or

going                                                                                      some

where

 ^{thanks to hamster bong for title}