Calm, the epitome of calm
Serene, sitting on a seat of flowers
He fights the demons of his mind
With love and careful listening
He makes friends with them
He tricks them into submission
He makes them lose their jobs
Their livelihoods, with subtle persuasion
Their children
Will go begging in the streets
Of his brain
Looking for jobs
While he sits there
On a seat of flowers
Making love with his peace