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Back To It


Ain’t that the truth?

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian’s Pinterest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain


Down And Out


Rise and shine
just to get
up and at ’em

Gotta fill up
get tough and
keep on battlein’

because when your
tired, fed up
down and out

that’s when you’ve gotta
pick up , get tall
and put your money
in your mouth.


We’re in this together, folks. Another Monday come round but don’t you worry. We’ll get our coffee cups full, get on to work, and just work it on out. You’re already past the hardest part of your day, so don’t let anything go on and get you down.

As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain






This world it’s got a
funny sort of beat
not really yet a tune it
worked its way inside
of me

Pounding primal thuds
and high barely heard
majestic sort of melodies

it’s not worth its weight
in sound unless we
tune it into songs of
who we want
to be

Obvious Intuition

Obvious intuition picture

Obvious Intuition

Pick your poison
and I’ll tell
your fortune
my dear
because vices
aren’t made
but rather
and you’ve got
your fate
written all
your face.

Half way there and I hope you’re holding on strong, folks. It’s been one of those ‘dragging myself along by my ear lobes’ sort of weeks around here. That aside, I hope you’ve enjoyed the poem today. Had the idea started and just sort of rolled with it and let it form itself. It’s an applicable little poem for many people, me included. I sure don’t need a psychic to tell me what I’m all about, or most other people for that matter. Easy to figure out, on a surface level, what makes them tick especially if you know their vices.

One last note: Still working on the thank you poem. It’s there but not all there. For a teaser, I got the title so you’ll hopefully be seeing ‘We Will’ posted here in the next few days 🙂

Well, here’s to hoping that your day flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight!

Withering Wax

Withering wax photo

Withering Wax

Burning the candle at both ends
a searing panic in my chest
losing life under the flicker
these products of my unrest
Under the pressure
I’m just melting down
but there’s nothing that
says I can’t keep hanging on
working wearily towards eternity
it’s the fear of fire that
keeps us going


Well, we’re halfway through the workweek for those of us here in the States. For everyone else, I hope you’re a little further along and enjoying the short glare to the weekend. Moving along, this poem is an ode to everyone of us out there who is working towards making their life what they want it to be. It plays on that panic that even I’m not immune to, a sort of fear of what is going to happen if you don’t hurry up and start living the way you want to. Something akin to the Styx lyrics “I’ll take those long nights, impossible odds”, that is what this guy embodies today, written at a point where I’ve reached 50,000 words in the book I am working on but where I don’t feel like I’m working fast enough.

Small note before you head off into your own world today, I’ve changed my posting schedule to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday which works for me and, apparently, for you as well; statistics don’t lie and my best viewed days are those! Also, I’m getting close to hitting another 1,000 followers, which means another thank you poem for you and a much needed cupcake for me. So, do an Amuselass a favor and recommend me to some friends so that I can end this week 3,000 strong and on a sugar high!

Well, here’s to hoping that your day is short and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight!

Skin of My Teeth

Skin of My Teeth

Skin of My Teeth

I swear that if I
caught a break I
wouldn’t know what
to do with it,

always on edge,
ready to move,
taking a defensive
position, and ready
to follow through,
with whatever crisis
needs adverting
this time round,

but, come each brand
new hell, you can
bet I’ll still be
found lingering long after
the brimstone cools
right on down ,and
the spotlight shines
on the one who just
barely got by, unlike
all the unfortunate rest.


We’re here again, aren’t we, folks? Monday’s done come and spoiled our fun (oooo, I like that line for another poem. Noted 😉 ) but, like the soldiers we are, we’ll just have to keep carrying on until that long road marches us right into our next reprieve. Until then, I hope my writing this week will help sweep things along. That is, of course, unless any more bombs get dropped around here as seems par for the course of fate.

This little guy is a reminder that, no matter what, that most of us are survivors who live dodging one crisis to the next and that, no matter what’s going on, you’re not alone it in; I feel your pain, my friend!  Besides, adversity seems to make us show our best, whether we like it or not.

Here’s to hoping that your work day is short, your boss caught either a case of kindness or that nasty lil’ virus where they can’t talk long enough to annoy you, and that you’ve got something cold and refreshing waiting back home for you when the day finally comes to an end.


crying statue


These worries are
upon my soul that
at their own scabs


Just a quick little verse that’s been haunting the wall of my shower for a while ( I occasionally get ideas and the poor walls of my house suffer for it by getting written on by random things such as eyeliner and lipstick). It’s been applicable to my last few weeks, and I thought it just might be something for yours as well.


Here’s to hoping your day flies by.

Running On Empty

girl walking down road

Running On Empty

Miles mean nothing
anymore and

You’re gauging life
by joy you leach
from dreams.

Getting tired you’re
losing steam, but
It’s when you’re
running on empty
when you’ve got
to burn the most

you’ve got to flee
while there’s still
a part of you

that’s worth



It’s when you think you’ve got nothing left that you’ve got to keep going. And faster than you’ve ever moved before.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little scrap I posted above. It’s not a completed work but rather more of an idea I am toying with. Still, I thought it was one of those worth the posting.

Anywho, here’s to hoping your work day flies by and that you’re home safe and sound before ya know it.


long stairwell


they aren’t cheap, kid,
and they’re gonna cost
every damned thing that
you’ve got to give,

And that’s a fact,
You can bet you’re life
on that, and if you’re smart
that’s exactly what you’ll

cause if you don’t,
well, what the hell else
is there worth holding
out for but those aspirations
on which we thrive?

See, in this world, you
either live and give
them all a little somethin’
to talk about, or simply
die and pass quietly
out of the world’s

Well, it’s finally here folks; it’s Friday. Hope you enjoy the little diddly of a poem I posted above. Just sayin’ that there isn’t really a whole lot more to live for than your dreams and highest aspirations. Making your mark on the world and all that. If you can’t tell, I like those little momento mori’s, those little ‘don’t forget we don’t last that long’ reminders.

Anywho, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long and rejuvenating, and that Monday finds you rearing and ready to take it face on.


Close the game,
face down on tables
you lay prostrate,
more saying you submit
rather than lose.

Hell of a way to go,
so flat your tail cant
even squeeze between
your legs, where everyone
knows it should be.

Obsequious and positively
a mess, I’d rather be
knocked down any day
then opt to go out
belly up.

You know, it’s worse to see someone just plain give up rather than lose. Sad, but frustrating at the same time. Least to me it is.

Anywho, I know it’s Monday again, isn’t, folks? I try to ignore that little fact and keep my spirits about me. Here’s to hoping that this nasty little day passes quickly and uneventfully by, and that you enjoyed the words above.

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