Not Myself

I've not been myself lately;
I've been a middle-aged middle manager,
Interest rates and stock market values,
Pious, pitiable, lackluster and maudlin,
Whickering at traffic and blatant slights like a nervous mare,
Bland and tame,
Diffuse.
I will burn away the banality,
Rage against the world,
Rise from the ashes as a radiant Phoenix reborn,
I will weep and sing,
Drown in my perception and vomit upon mediums subtle and gross,
A cacophony of strangeness to bring normals to their knees.