I have to write a paper
But I want to write a poem about you

Of course, I’ve procrastinated
On both of my tasks

It is the night before this
Deadline

Yet I still can’t come to see you
As a distraction

So I will type out
The rungs of this term paper

Queue up letter by letter
Of my passing grade

Drag my feet from thesis
To conclusion

Paying my price of admission
With time

Until I’m so close
I get hit by your flashing lights

Blue and round
Putting any barker to shame

I see them through downpour of
Pressure

And winds of
Insomnia

Knowing I’ll get there,
Get to

The Ultimate
Attraction

Oh Donald Trump may be an angry, narcissistic fool;
A racist, a misogynist and all-round half-baked tool.
Upon his nation and the world, he represents a curse,
but all of that's okay, you see, for Hillary was worse!

Oh Hillary, she had mad cow and syphilis and rabies.
She drank the blood of virgins and she lived to dine on babies,
and from her eyes shot laser beams while on a broom she flew.
In every way she's crooked, for The Donald says it's true!

She once was witnessed soaking in a lava-filled hot tub,
where she was playing footsie with her pal, Beelzebub!
To the Gulf and Caribbean she released the hurricane.
She brings the earthquake, fire, plague, and drought and flooding rain!

Although she now is history, with influence no more,
we must all hate her while The Donald's failings we ignore.
So while Trump spews his hate and puts all progress in reverse,
we must embrace his evil ways... For Hillary was worse!

Temperatures rise, clothes fly, bodies sweat.
Telling each other lies to comfort our heads.
Kissing down her body till she’s soaking wet.
Slamming her arms down on my bed.

Sliding my tongue deep inside.
Holding her thighs wide.
Till her body is tremendously satisfied.
And my mouth fills up like the rising tide.

Pulling her on top of me to take the ride of her life.
Feeling every inch extend and retract.
Pleasure so great you feel like it’s the afterlife.
Our bodies start to attract the contact.

We are just objects of lust.
Just because that’s true doesn’t mean we must, distrust.

Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?
They seem to go on endlessly.
Helping out a friend in need;
Finding ways to heed the need(s)
Of several needy friends in need.
Ignoring things that might be done,
Might be some fun
And useful monetarily.
Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.
Structure: that’s one key.
Thinking practically; harmony.
Priority to me, myself and I.

Life is simple.
Roof, warmth, food -
Summed up sample of the simple,
Which gives ample time
To carry out the other,
'Other' meaning tools which further
Happiness and satisfaction.

Paying bills and buying,
Days of duty and temptation;
Stress and tension:
‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

What to do about this ‘dream’,
For dream it is.
This is a list and not a scheme;
Not a plan nor stratagem.
Read and think, find out!
The answer lies in nought but thee.
(That’s you and me).
You’ll see
               what works.

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017
Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;
Arlene Corwin

Chatted with my 'English rose' of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections.
It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

If there's a human contact or touch
That's how it will go...

"I am hollow inside
I meet you on the network
I feed you some lies
I force you to swallow
I let you know - we're taking it slow
& when I get bored - I ask you to go
As if nothing happened”

Only if you try to see
It is as simple as it is
You are my temporary distraction
You can't fill in the vacancy
& your greatest flaw, oh Elliot?
It's just that you are beautiful
& I don't know - who I am anymore

"Everyone is an idiot
Everyone is so cool
My dear Elliot, what did you do?
Don't you see, they're all struggling
But they hide it better than you
My beautiful Elliot, what did you do?"

There are so many people
but who wants to talk?
When I'm confused I go on long walks to nowhere, I get lost in alleys
& when the night wraps it's starry
Blanket around me - I cease to feel
What is so beautiful that I cannot see
As if somebody stole all the stars from my eyes and
Replaced them with buttons
you & me - I cannot see

eat to survive
come home to survive
nothing ever done
to really live

indulged in work
escape from her reality
from everything that
drags her down

so what happens
when the work is done
when the time comes
to "enjoy life"

does she force herself
to face her true reality
the very thing
she's been running from?

or does she throw herself
into something else, another escape
another distraction
eat to survive

Tinted lips
cat eye frames
peached cheeks
eye candy
calling me
coming over
and crying through
hues glistening
on my screen
are you listening?
coffee mouth
on my skin
is this blush enough
to hide the train of thought
smiles arriving too late
and we see face to face
new sinking streams
with you leading
to my dreams
droplets of liquor
wise demeanor
I can count all day
new twitching lights
returning the feeling
watching over me
fading stains
of blood and rain

we were born
       empty
vessels to be filled with
longing for
                    purpose
only to be
                    the used
versions of ourselves
living to
               pursue living
                        denying
to pursue
dying

consumed by all
      desire
lay across
    my
        paths discretely
****** by constant
        wants
to change
how the world views
      me
sun comes a
           new day!

the body becomes
empty slate
           begins  
                  sliding
swinging
            by again!

Nightingale reappears
forwards
       my emotion
primal
to contain
       vessels open
by
        unused
                       space
and parts
to fill the
                     whole.

we are designed
escape the Torment
souls (have faces too)
ashes endowed
roots to
                uncloud
the human mind
            free
begins
in deep pikes
                       Breaking
the ground.

we,
       to You
                   resound
Consciousness
vile disguise!
       freeing
vessels no more.