Laying waste to laziness this month I have ravaged the paving and surged forth purging
intentions and replacing them with actions.
Playing catch up instead of silly buggers,
crossing off those lists like Santa on speed
my need for completion is primal.
You can call it survival instinct
if it tickles you. From the inside
my visions are midnight clear and intrusive.
Externally I'm reclusive. Hardly time for food,
let alone friendships. And it's just this
time when I'm in the mood for banter.
But too burnt out to play
in the post-manic ever-after.
