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Little child, my name is April, I have a dog named Pinky, we live in happy squalor,…
a guy didn’t smell too good stopped me
and desperate words rushed out of him like vomit
maybe it’s rude of me
to say this
but after engaging in several years of extensive research
you will hang your head
having thought you could say something
for the first time
I go along
like everything is regular
like everything is run of the mill
but snapping awake
or being the last to lock up
or the wind in the trees
Editor’s Note: This poem first appeared December 6, 2010.
married a long time
work takes me on the road
for a few days
and nights
get home
stomp in the house
say, “I am very glad to see you, baby.”
the weight of the music
is upon me
as I flip through my records
all cattycorner
in styles and years
sad with a ridiculous longing
to crush it all together
in a way that would do
what some sideshow medicine man
would sell
so there I was
minding my own business
and trying to take care of it
out of nowhere
the elephant sat on me
just needing to rest a bit
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