Tranquility sticks to me
like the greasy guts of a crushed cockroach
stick to the bottom of my shoe.
I saw pretty things,
amazing things
while making number 2.
Put it in perspective
or just close your eyes-
it’s OK with me
if you let life float on by.
What will I do
with rediscovered gifts?
Shall I beat out manifesto?
or just relax and drift?
I won’t do a thing-
not a goddamn thing.
I will be myself,
and I will
shhhh…….
theDeprevation 