Haha, pro cats in nation = procrastination. Nice.

I pictured a word materializing inside of a rotating chicken cooking inside of someones head. I like that visual and how it stands as a metaphor for the process of thinking. If the perfect word appears I imagine a ding sound going off like the idea is ready to be served. But if the word is terrible, like a curse or something, I imagine the chicken start to smoke and trigger a fire alarm. haha. That would be a good montage sequence of scenes in a movie about a struggling writer.

This poem is a spoken word thing I think. I had to read it a few times to figure out where the pauses and emphasis would work best.

If an idea is a spring chicken in a rotisserie machine, ficly is a planet sized facility filled with rows upon rows of rotisserie cookers.

Great poem. Like Tad said, it’d sound great for something like slam poetry

I have an idea of writing about procrastination, but I keep putting it off. []o)

Nice hippy-trippy poem, PJ.

I actually had to read it out loud, it wasn’t making sense just inside my head, but it worked much better out loud! Your writing is gorgeous as always, this is such a one-of-a-kind poem. However, I’m slow and didn’t get the title like apparently everyone else… :)

It’s okay ^^ If you read it down the beginning of each line it says “PROCRASTINATION” as well, which no one has picked up :P

It does!! Like I said, apparently I’m slow. I loved it despite my lack of insightfulness though, so hopefully that counts for something :)