The speaker of "Procrastinator" announces, almost like a boast, that they've reached "the height of neglect." Everything they haven't done no longer bothers them. It's a strange kind of peak: the top of a mountain made entirely of undone tasks.
But the calm doesn't last. The speaker asks for "a knock on the head / with a rose full of sorrow," a wonderful image that mixes gentleness and pain. They seem to want to be jolted out of their habit, but softly, by something beautiful rather than harsh. The final lines give the poem its honesty: the "not-doing" is "made out of hope and shame." Putting things off, the poem suggests, isn't just laziness. It holds the hope that things might still get done, and the shame of knowing they haven't.
The mood is wry and tender, a little rueful. The speaker laughs at themselves, but the humor has a sting underneath.