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.»
Footnotes:
- [1] Actually, October is; but that wouldn’t work with this parody. Maybe if I do a «Prufrock Sonnet»…
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