A Tin Pan Alley Tombstone Please.

Putting it off
has caught up
Procrastination winded,
and running off the rail

Every excuse,
each exercise
a further fiction
A fatal friction
torquing, rubbing desire
against dis-ease

and all expertise
plays second fiddle
to thy own self
pulling strings

in petulant orchestration
to rewrite
the requisite
for this crass, cash
and carry
sympathy symphony

poem one for NaPoWriMo15

it’s turned April one somewhere, right …so


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