Thursday 18 September 2008

They did, it's true.



My parents taught me the word procrastination pretty early on

It is late and the cold is creeping
past my pyjamas and the shipping forecast
is on its way through Sailing By and
I am trying to think of excuses.

It is late and I am told again what I am listening to
while I listen to the one-note whine
of my old laptop and
tick off to-dos.

It is later than I think and my eyes
are telling me what my immune system
already knows: too many
late nights.

It isn't stopping, this clock, and still
I have things to do and time
to waste thinking
of reasons not to.

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