I'll Find Myself With Furrowed Brow 1/?/94

I'll find myself with furrowed brow
Without a reason
Some out of season storm
Some inappropriate retort
An unintentional mood

The mundane angst of vehicular
distraction, a reaction to an object
no great question, no sad muse
just a maze of steel and pleather
that's affected by the weather and
can change my head with one
out of season storm.

But, I digress. At least that is a
cause, the car, for my distress.
Sometimes my chest is heavy, my
palms are sweaty, my neck gets
tight and why, I search myself,
why this sudden discontent?

Sometime later it has passed, this
crise, this d'ame, and I feel
empty.