Deep into the forest

the trees have turned

black, and the sun

has disappeared in

the distance beneath

the earth line, leaving

the sky a palette of grays

sheltering the pine trees

with pitch-tar shadows.

It is here in this black

and sky gray the mind

turns psycho

tosses norms and pathos

into a ground cellar of hell,

tosses words out through the teeth.

"Don't smile or act funny,

try to be cute with me;

how can I help you today

out of your depression?"

I feel jubilant, I feel over the moon

with euphoric gaiety.

 

-2008-