Cruelest

(Yeah, I post this every April 1, yawn, but gimme a break I’m unprepared as usual … <3 )

April is a mood

A mope

It’s the moo

It’s the fucking moo

The cruelest of the most cruel months month

Stirring mixing clutching breeding bleeding branches also breeding and more breeding
always more branches clutching and breeding

Breeding tubers
And lilacs
And mopeds
Cruel mopeds
Fucking cruel mopeds neither living nor dead also snow and dead rain

How about drowning?
Yeah
How about some Earth feeding on the drowning?
Some sweaty faces in the stony places shouting and crying and we who were living
are now dying?

And the forgetful dead breeding us dry in ugly gray snow and Death undoing
with its unstoppered unguents your strange synthetic perfumes troubled confused and drowning in odours
fattening and flung into the dancery burning foaming forming more Earth and more roots and more lilacs
and dead rain

Don’t forget the dead rain, did I mention dead rain?

Even though it’s better than the fucking snow and wind the cold brutal wind that made my eye makeup run
before I discovered waterproof mascara

All of us with our roots breeding keeping us up with dead feelings and life stirring the withered stumps and canals and gashouses and whores morons and idiots a welcome indifference to whining mandolins and beneficent spiders fucking the lean solicitors and everything fucking the life out of everything so just fuckest me the fuck out hurry up please its time