by Samuel Derrick Rosen

We are happy, deliriously and unspeakably happy.
The male night fades to the female day,
cherubs blow their bugles, dye their hair
an unnatural green, fart until no cows come home.

Mouths whisper yellow, eyes scream blue,
thru the welcoming yet intimidating wood,
thru the mists of maidenhood. We laugh,
we dance, we sigh, we sing. Everything dangles

from a single string, many voices bid adieu,
to Ophelias, to Draculas, to tygers that roar,
to scorpions that sting, to things that cannot exist
without some sense of non-existence.