Three hundred and nine straight days long
My current writing streak —
If that sounds, well ridiculous
And like I am a freak
Consider: in that stretch of time
I’ve a full-time career:
We’ve bought a house and moved
I’ve had to travel far and near
The pieces that I’ve written
(By my counting) are “a ton” —
One thousand and some eighty-three
Including this last one
Rough forty – yet to publish
Now its four or five a day;
And it has struck me forcibly
I can’t go on this way
So come December 31st
I plan to slack my pace:
To drastically cut down
So to rejoin the human race
And maybe spend more time on things
Outside of my own head:
Perhaps with friends or family
And in real life
Instead
(..)
