Moody

Though disinhibition never lasts,

It vanishes and I’m left stranded,

In this place where icy blasts

Direct from cold self- loathing, leave me small and reprimanded.

No harsher critic ever handed

Down such punishments.  These contrasts

Of extremes of mood, seen in cross section seem close banded:

Though disinhibition never lasts

Neither does depression.  It casts

Its shadow for a while, but not so long that I am branded

Permanently wretched.    I don’t take pills or herbal extracts,

It vanishes and I am stranded

In the doldrums, boring, calm, and I’m commanded

To perform some useful tasks; no fasts

Or feasts just dull old peace, here where I’ve landed

In this place where icy blasts are never far away.  Of forecasts

There are none of use, still, to be candid

I am glad, although these gusts and great lambastes,

Direct from cold self-loathing leave me small and reprimanded,

Never knowingly even-handed,

Still, all three of me are harsh iconoclasts.

Some moods last days, time seems expanded,

Though disinhibition never lasts.