awake Sunday stuff to do... another unit of life decapsulated, where one will compromise with all those lofty make believe dreamy would-be goals that course thru the brain, when sleepy morphs into the to do list at the premier of today's wacky wakey consciousness movie
and a poem forms on lips that have not yet been coffee'd into adult responsibility
the list purview'd, and you purvey, foresee, attending, bend back that pointer finger looking right at ya guiltily
one and enough, believe getting that one done, will be satisfyingly crossed off that grownup groaning tatooed list of the unavoidable
one will make the marginal difference.... tween child and adult