Inertia

Today
Not negotiating with myself for idleness
Just doing it.
Rattling around this house
Moving the air around the dust bunnies.
Being deeply affected by music.
Ignoring the list on the table
With no lines drawn through.
I'll regret this when tomorrow's time
Is hijacked by the nine-to-five.
But for now my brain is detached
By the swelling of secondhand emotions
Make believe
And sentence fragments.