5a

sometimes the wasted time
of regret
one that is always done on the
very first hour of
the morning
are the favorite times of
vacillation
procrastinate, procrastinate
perhaps because you do not really like to do
the oughts
of your life, the bread and butter things,
unartistic, unpleasing to your senses
and so you do always what you do not want to be done
(under a state of sinfulness)
stammering, stumbling upon a shit
and still composed
poised
as though nothing annihilating
happens

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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