On Doing Nothing
Some songs ain't sung.
Rather chastise the ocean.
Kick the clouds to ah skidding diaphenous ending
Blow your load.
Shit your pants.
Sit in one place and don't do a gawdamn thing.
All of life will revel in the past tense.
Your friends will starve in the rooms you've put them.
Your family will become flesh eaters befor you reinvent them.