I’m working quickly
save time
to slow down
relax
I’m yelling
at the top
of my lungs
turn hoarse
have nothing
to say
I’m staying awake
all week
to lie
soundly a while
sleep in
I’m starving myself
a slow fast
to feast
and the day’s
not holy
And now I’m getting
real close
in order to keep you
at bay
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
A very cleverly-observed study in irony, Chagall. I think I’ve been guilty of all five of these self-defeating behaviors, at one time or another.
Thank you, LI. These 5 came surprisingly quick to mind, a sort of binge-purge formula. —–Chagall
One of the things you do best, Chagall, is this clever word play. You do it often, you do it differently every time, and you do it so well. I love watching you make short work of words. Sheer entertainment for a poet.
Thank you, Tiffany. Your comments are often better reads than my poems! 😉 —–Chagall