For Laury

Location

The glass on my window moves back and forth

The wind makes a pounding noise

Every so often I have to check

To see if someone is out there

There never is anyone

I am always alone

And outside I can hear,

Beyond the wind,

The shoutings of cars screaming by

Yelling at one another:

Get out of my way! Get out of my way!

Whatever I have to do is far more important!

It makes my head hurt

Trying to concentrate

Hold still

Then maybe the world will too

 

Procrastinate

Procrastinate

Procrast

Tin

Ate

 

Leaving an empty page blank

Would be a crime

But then again I have better things to do

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