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In the Mood

by Edward Ahern

In the thunder weather of my conscious,
anvil ego clouds sprawl and bluster
over cotton puffs of moral fluster.

And ragged anger flashes down
with almost no illumination,
just jagged spikes of irritation.

This churning mood I know will slack,
leaving me with sodden friends
and the acrid ozone of amends.

Copyright © 2018 by Edward Ahern

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