April is the coolest month1,
breeding flies & leaking oil.
¡Plastic stomachs’ filthy fluff!
¡Mattresses with ripped-up coils!
Here the seagulls sing their squawks
through the acid lemon rain
over rusty concrete blocks
with glass shards & worthless change.
Spread your arms, feel all the brine,
bang your heads while ravens cry,
«HURRY UP PLEASE IT IS TIME.»
Me pillaron reyéndome solo otra vez.
Now they’ll take every cake ‘gain.
No más me pasaré bien;
they’ll trade mine for their entertainment.
Oh, cómo echaré de menos los cranjeros
by the coast;
cómo extrañaré los sentimentos
o’ the socks on my toes when I’ve become a ghost
y por último me fallecerá la corazón.
—That is when I’ll learn the hurt from laughing ‘lone —dijó esos.
They caught me laughing ‘lone ‘gain.
Ahora sacarán todas las tartas otra vez.
Things won’t be swell for me anymo’;
intercambiarán su divertido por esos de mio.
O, how I’ll miss the crabs
cerca de la costa;
how I’ll so miss those feelings
de los calcetines en mis pies cuando me ponga una fantasma
& finally my heart fails.
—Eso es la hora que aprenderé el duele de reírme solo—said those.
Tea bag
refuses ice water—
not blasting up the ass now.
Me olvidé de guardar los platos. Ahora están infestado de cucarachas para siempre. Bien hecho.
I forgot to put the plate 'way. Now it's covered w/ roaches forever. Good job.
Tea chokes me
laughing
‘bout the aforementioned blasting-up-the-ass.
Now there’s blood in my nose.
Tea bag bounces
dipping in water…
Isn’t it just having a blast up the ass.
Rainbows spread its fingers through
granite gray & silver liquid
crystal screens that always plume
in the rain that makes it fidget.
Should I splash my feet in you?
Does it feel like smacks or pets?
Looks as if you always snooze,
slowly swaying white light flecks.
Puddles never make me frown,
always soothe me with their sounds—
in their love I want to drown.
Morning spring
leaves fall on pumpkins–
all black text.
Toxic berries:
flush red & mint green
e’en in spring.
The spoon’s too big.
Ha ha ha.
