Distractions

 I distract myself from the calendar

as if the march of time doesn't

even go down my street

and ignore the clock as if

the pendulum has not one thing

to do with my beat.

I perform the slaughter of hours

with a thousand and one

tiny little distractions

knowing I can't really get away

from the consequences of my

actions, 

behaving as though

the linear course of Zeno's arrow,

infinitely bisected

can be though ritual and ,

poorly-thought-out hoping

be somewhat misdirected.

I know it can't, 

I procrastinate in vain,

just trying to control my reactions

making skidmarks in 

the sand trying to stop time 

with my distractions.