: procrastination has never availed me
nothing makes me more perezosa than (de)pression,
depressuring, all-the-way, i di
vagate...

i am from the time when time drained the dawns,
instead of oo
zing chrono
mattered in the second-hand’s guillotine;

& from the perspective that the perineum is a perimeter of pleasure and
that if the pleasure starts constant, and slow, for a good
time only after awhile can you put some
briskness

but with so many
dead
lines of building
mono/mer/: poly scru
tiny of electronic punch’clocks
the grass in tablet, the death in package
love in crumb
"real time"
=
assistedsatellitictransmission
mis(in)voluntaryconduct ma

lembe , relax, for good, just:
stop. (I
I think we turned time
into razor)
<< rewind
Wind Wind Wind,
(I'm from the VCR times too,
pausing at my favorite scene, taperewind n
now play it in s l o o w m o o t i o o n)
the only availing urgency is to get rid of this hurry
(or when a poem invites you for a dance. but the city and its
BPM… and its TICTAC the city and its sirens
my in-plexus drums are so
organic
contregum
‍my contressic and
m e c h a n i c a l
pace)