Saturday, April 02, 2005

John's for April 1st!

The First of April

Vamoose opium nights,

huddling in the dark;

you'll get hacked loose

along the brick walks of Huron

at the highway loop

where my jog bends back

and my eyes prick to

let go March's mirage.

I am in terrable shape,

but give me time, sweetheart-give me days

I'll whistle in your cool 8pm.

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