The world wakes up each spring
I notice warped smiles
Birdsong is back, hideous
On sunny, manic blue-sky days
An energy is something
You feel in the body
The way trauma is stored
Each time psychosomatic
Tensions mount
A naked man smiled at me in the
Bread aisle, and what a smile!
I noticed the weariness of
His wrinkled face and I remembered
Not everything is well
There are sycophants among us
They hide in sticky crowds
They could be anywhere, believe me
Spring is a time for violent vigor
And a harbinger of obsession
The sensual beauty out there
Sometimes hides the disdain
And the madness
I’d never thought of spring like that before!
Thanks! I’ve been watching a lot of folk horror movies lately where evil stuff happens during the day, not just night, so I got the idea partially from that. Plus, spring can be difficult time for people with bipolar because it can trigger manic episodes.
I didn’t know that about spring vis-à-vis bp ppl! thanks for the info!
You’re welcome! Yes, spring fever can be dangerous!