I did not go to the bank today
As yesterday and days before,
Nor did I call
The oral surgeon's office
To schedule a consultation.
The unused ticket for an airport shuttle
Likewise remains deskside
Awaiting its own return trip to Orlando,
Accompanied by a terse note demanding refund,
Due to
shoddy
and slow
service.
The endless procrastination.
(Height of procrastination,
That I meant to embody it in poetic form
Two days before.
And now finally
I write these words
On the day
When I actually did go to the bank.)
But I shall.
I shall do these things and more, much more,
To cross off my mindless to-do list
Like vacuuming my car to rid it of piss-scented dog odor
Or getting a haircut
Or cleaning
My
Desk.
Stacked notebooks and papers
Await the urge to topple onto me,
Delayed only by
Their own
Procrastination.
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5 comments:
This reads like a Shel Silverstein poem on one of his really bad days. Cool post, though.
Tomorrow is cabin time! Woo!
I feel like you wrote this poem for me.
Glad I found a comrade procrastinator.
PS. Good on you to actually go to the bank, good on you. Next task: obtain stamp
Awww, yeah. Good finish. That made it for me.
Such vivid poetry! We'll be cutting that hair tonight, good husband!
I appreciate your ability to procrastinate in posting your procrastination poem.
I'm sorry to say that I don't think a simple vacuum will handle the dog piss.
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