Procrastination is not a bad thing. Neither lying between shiftless walls
With remorse announcing it’s time to have coffee
Or to leave the friendly mind you inhabit.
The pale cheeks, the transparent bones of the face should be enough clues
But man is a greater being, he puts sugar in liquid
He does it with expectancies too, making them reasonable
Or just delicious for another ten years or so.
Do not ask me what this stuck man told me before my legs woke up
And gone hunting for better ways to come back.
His patient tongue was using some unknown device to stop me from asking
I kissed him, preventing a switch of the tale.