Moods

Corrosive morose understanding
Isn’t the same
If it isn’t amazing,
Fluid and out of control

Out of the hole
Out of the hole

Flying so violently
Then there’s a lull
But it’s hardly
A good-hearted storm outside
Blinding the
Good-hearted troll

Fond, disengaged understanding
Couldn’t be more of a lie
As long as it promises prominence,
Comfort, and plenty of time.

©copyright 2006 jason j. loya