LISTS

when things to do are done

the weird mocking endorphins bring some release

from the pressure 

of the chaos 

of the endless unmanageable maintenance

that the days stand or crumble on.

then there's a silence; 

i have become marginally less pathetic than yesterday

when 

tiny traumas exploding like dense planets in my skull

added essential kipple to the wretched lists

more small things

to do

and be done.