(Are we a nation of Procrastinators?) Rotten fruit, the last kiss Water trough aged and brown Fresh dung, disconnected wifi A move to home, at last.   Disappointment, tasting sour Love beads around my neck dissolving into my skin; no trace, new microchip, blue.   New model car yellow Lamborghini Stripes A Red pelt aroundContinue reading “Procrasti-nation”