A Memory Of April

April showers come steady and soft
falling
from the vanilla sky, as indelible these poems
continue
to form themselves on paper
for a week maybe more,
tell me, hey, what’s the news from your bed
it’s hard to keep up
since
my mind is preoccupied,
so what if the wind is smoother than water?
So what if twilight whispers, the inebriated and sober
intermingled,
the serenity of the day is nothing
compared
to the adrenaline rush that writing everyday gives me,
my words kissing the clouds,
a violet hue

who do you need? nobody
you’re lucky nobody’s around
with a pillow propped on top of my bed I continue
this month-long journey

as April showers come steady and soft
falling
from the vanilla sky.

 

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