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Manic is the Dark Night

Michael Lee Johnson



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-

 






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