Song of Spring.



An ape will

Bite you

Late at night you

Go where you want


April, April

A fake quill

Raped you

In your time you

Make ideal worlds




Put on the apron

Four months in

Get your act together


April, April,

Let’s go on a date, we’ll

Burn all our cards

And rise with the spring




You were the great fool

Work didn’t matter,

And you fell down again


April, April,

I ran into April

The way she laughed

She could never be June




Awash in a great pool

Of memories of you

And I can’t find the plug


April, April

I know in April

This doesn’t matter

In ideal worlds.


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