flaking out

i've been in the house
too much lately
i think tomorrow
i should do
something
like go to the museum
i could have lunch at the tables outside
then visit the new exhibit
(sketches fraught with hidden penises)
or maybe my old favorites
on the fourth floor
then the rothko
hoping to see
something i missed before
like what everyone gets
so excited about
i could take my journal
and lie in the grass
because i start to think alot
on days out by myself like that
and sometimes i find
something to say
like about a boy
that i imagine
i could love
all he needs
is the right shoes
so i pack the lunch
and i pick something to wear
but i know tomorrow
i'll say fucking alarm
i'll turn it off and look
at the sun coming in
around the blinds
and i'll think
one more hour
just one more
and before i know it
it will be dark again