Mood

 
Yesterday I shut my mouth
(and as well I did)
fingers did not trip the keyboard -
would have torched the world
a flaming gutterball, a great big null

today the sun shines at midnight
a perfect ten each time
old grudges quite forgotten I am
on better terms with all, and even those

who do me wrong though not perhaps
they who wrong another, not them;
where lies the answer? awaken knaves
from psychopathic dreams of rule
or shepherd dupes to untasted freedom:

I am arisen from old stupor
not languished, now rousing, rising
readying, a change wringer becoming -
all will be accomplished it shall be done

desert me not, do not depart, you Genie!