just one poem before i clean up

(9-25-07 - 4:00pm)

i’ll write one poem
before i clean
up

i keep putting off
this
‘cleaning up’

the car is to be
unpacked
from
the vacation

calls and emails
must
be
returned

i’ll watch until
one more
commerical break
and then i’ll clean
up

one more cup of
coffee and then
i’ll clean up

masturbate once
and then i’ll get
to it

after i take a
dump
i will get to that
‘cleaning up’
that ‘catching up’
that ‘staying on top of’
that i dread
that we all dread?
so much

so much to be done
always it seems
never fully
‘cleaned up’
never fully
‘caught up’

but now after writing
about it
i somehow feel better