Why am I so good at procrastination?

I shouldn't even be sitting here asking that question.  I should be doing some ironing, completing an accountancy problem that's been hanging over me for some time, finishing knitting a scarf I started at Christmas (it's not even very long!), writing something for my OU course.  Basically I SHOULD BE DOING ANYTHING BUT THIS!  Honestly, if I had sat down this morning intending to write a little blog post, I would be upstairs right now wrestling with the ironing board.
I've always been inclined to put things off but I occasionally get a burst of energy that sends me off to complete the task.  Unfortunately I just as often get an impulse to read about what I should be doing, rather than doing it, or to write about what I should be doing ... well, you get the picture.  So, does anyone know how to stop procrastinating and start getting on with things?  Of course not, you wouldn't be browsing the blogosphere would you?

Badentarbet, Wester Ross

Beware of the cat

I used to have a cat with a large personality and mildly homicidal tendencies.  This one's for Spike.

Beware of the cat
First, purge yourself of free will.
There is no rule book
but, seeing one, he would ignore it.
Don't attempt to take control, 
he will stare you down.

His hiss dictates
when meals are served.
when sleep can happen,
when doors will open.

And then, 
When you have lost all pride,
all sense of yourself,
and you are wholly subjugated,
he will crouch on the stairs,
in the fetid darkness,
and, stretching suddenly,
will catch your feet.

Grab the bannister
If you still hope to survive.

A poem about fireworks

I was working on this poem for my OU module but decided not to use it in the end.  It's inspired by a display on Lake Como.

The Trace of Fireworks

The sharp, percussive bark,

then the fading pitter-patter

retorts from the mountainside.

Lights spray the night

in coloured fountains,

shooting through the darkness.

In your worn, lacklustre face

I see the child at her first bonfire;

Shivering with expectation,

jaw hanging, eyes alight.

The flares reveal the path

as I take your hand and lead the way.