BONUS SONNET: A Friend I Wish I Did Not Have

I have a friend who only comes at night

(And not that kind of "comes," O dirty minds),

Informally; I never need invite

Her in. She's clever, and she always finds

A way around my booby traps and snares,

And takes her tiresome seat beside my bed,

Says "You're awake! Oh good!" and calmly stares

And waits for me to pay her mind instead

Of sleeping tight. She thinks it's much more fun

Regaling me with past misdeeds and gaffes,

Or taunting me with things I've not yet done

And prob'ly never will, and cruelly laughs.

"INSOMNIA, bitch goddess, get thee gone!"

I cry. Then morning NPR comes on.

Procrastinating On My Procrastination, I Pontificate Upon It

Last night, instead of packing up my stuff,
I spent an hour or so just making jam,
And when that did not seem to be enough
Procrastinating - this is how I am -
I calculated taxes, got them filed,
And then at last was tired and went to bed.
Meanwhile all the belongings I have piled
And stacked and gathered all danced 'round my head.
So much for rest. The irony is, though,
I'm putting off what I've used to put off
Preparing something I promised to show.
Some readers now will bellow, nod and cough.
I wrote a novel back when it was Fall.
It's still in longhand, ne'er been read at all.