Sundae Sunny

Aloha Poets,
Sundae sunny inspires today's poem. Enjoy!


Procrastination

Catch on to that thing, that hook of history
Sitting home there next to your little book of mystery
That little checklist there in your shirt written by hand
Those farms to be run stand out there in the sand

The spend machines of the city paint their seeds
Puts the race in play and forces others to state their needs
Once in circulation you slink away to where you can win
Hear battery hordes in their battery haste on the distant din

The want to afford the nectar of a new buttery taste
Where to enter as the adventurous side of you stays chaste
Still primal trend spotters stay out there wild on the chase
Letting their checklists fall on the floor in their haste

Recipes of freedom every hour makes its final last call
A flair for public exposure makes a bid with new protocol
Get a camera be your own videographer the one you fabled
Amend the thoughts you brought then leave them there tabled

The wonder of wonders you are still the child a parent enables
Reading fantasy books in a childhood of tigers and sables
This guiding structure no longer needs the means for that kind of money
Or even that car you needed to get somebody pretty to call honey

The vast farmland gave you that expectant look to go out and push
Against the world your tattered checklist turned to mush
Energies played out are yet to come from where you sit
Now ever so closer to becoming the distant opposite

That silly silhouette out there or so you thought
To get there early for that thing you thought you bought
Curry favor from those at your favorite restaurant
For a later start take to heart a new little chant

Protocol wonks thank the arrogance that never wins
And stomp that blitz that awakens and wells from within
On that dusty road out there can be no real adventure
So you thought to goad and claw, a very scary venture

The outlook from your outpost looks half bleak
Your dress code goes tribal a look in the mirror you tweak
Spontaneity looks unconcerned about your survival
Inward fantasy holds a tasty little reality revival

Kill the beast again in there that keeps looting your stealth
Catch on real fast to run up on nothing that resembles wealth
Mix and match your favorite leaders to whom you defer
All along newly embedded ideas well up and reoccur

Fashion your thoughts align with the pending
Blind the message in whose eyes out there sending
Energy of character requires this conscious tinkering
Off consensus the sensibility of splintering and lingering

Align new titles among your various selves
Embedded ideas now well up from off the shelf
As your new checklist goes wandering off by itself
Stealthy dreams drift off with their own ideas of self