Clarity and the Boredom that comes with

Damned if do

and if I don't, damn

it doesn't matter who

we'll just say manager

until we run out of expletives

we'll start using the bleep

until we get tired of pretending

we forgot what the words mean

and if I settle into the sediment

and sift into the flotsam

I'll combine myself and make a float

and drift away towards mecca.

isn't that the prized one?

an ancient prophet told me so.

I never liked his manner of speech

much less the cut of his brow.
it doesn't matter who
so long as you know when
it doesn't matter to me
it only matters when
the timing is suspect
but the subject is timid
I wait awhile for some bird
to build a nest in my ear canal


I tried giving up again, we'll see how long it lasts this time.
I tried giving in again, but lost when I fell out.