PROCRASTI-NATE
Im procrastinathan cuz i
check the news
And Hill Street blues
The herky-jerky fuse
Of the day’s detonator—
Old U2 lyrics
And the preacher in
The old gospel hour
Taking money from the sick
And the old.
Spent all day knowing I’d need to get SOMETHING written.
That’s the thing I swore to myself I’d do, yes?
So do it.
And tho I’ve had since 7pm
And tho I’ve squandered it until now
Almost 11.
When I’m tired
I’m still that kind of NATE today.
Tho I’ve learned to jump in and get things done.
I’m not perfect.
I stare at the black screen
Then open my eyes
And stare at a black screen
TURN ON THE LAPTOP COMPUTER
I must work. I must write something tonight.
I always feel better when I do.