Procrastinator Mantra

by Narph   Nov 20, 2014


Pill, compel,
Parnell, and yokes
cracked clean on cold
metal bowls,
this is where my mind
has flown.

Papers spread like lady's fans
fit for hide and seek,
on the floor,
on the bed
certainly
not forming in my head.

I'm three days in
three days less sleep
and resting means...
resting means...
arresting means...

Thesaurus jiggle,
jungle party, jingle bells
and jingled belles
beasted, breasted
ruby throated, papers
tiled, walls walls walls,

galls keep insects safe
and warm, like leafy
homes for Christmas
spirits, oh oh
Ho, Ho, hark how this
continues concludes
contributes to the bleak
procrastinating will, and
I will, I will, I will
finish this paper
someday.

*2011

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