The unexpected gem amidst the drear March days
Gores the delicate youthful senses
With unseasonable dilemmas and a crooked frame of mind,
A thermostat trigger for vacillations.

The carnal thrill of nascent Spring, however fanciful,
Can melt away the creases of brow
With the fresh assurance of the idiot smile,
The liberating breeze like a slow-motion orgasm,
All the sweeter for the smell of bowler hat dust and drudgery's sweat
This same breeze licks disdainfully on its ramblings.
The self this new sun reflects is above and beyond.

Yet soon the clouds drink the fiery liquid sun
And billow as angry incense, threatening normality,
Infusing old responsibilities into the cold hard skin.

Today's delusions are over for today.
This too subtle instrument vexes my spirit,
Making mountains out of molehills
Gaping hungry chasms out of shallow feelings.