The Motions

Sometimes it is all of us.
I turned my face to the snow and roared.
What if screaming did what screaming
claims to do?
The promise burns bright 
and out. It didn’t work, again.
Let us elevate the mood, open
the mouth and let the gods in.
Fooled by demons. I knew it, I
forgot. Will I really never
join the Hare Krishnas 
(I think, hours later, feeling better),
chant beats shout, 
heads or tails,
edible glitter,
stray cat,
mood ring,
face machine,
fog machine,
I run away 
once a day,
bound to 
get 
caught