June is National Poetry Month!

Daddy's Little Tri-State Area

we were a package of one
and from the Pterodactyls of Long Island
to the scratch-offs of Point Pleasant
we could giggle foolishly at the price of goggles
for our eyes had already been open underwater
for a long time our eyes were martial red
our snoring was marital our tips were considerable

it was the best you said it was
the best in years
magic was in the everywhere
we were so tired when it was done

it will all start over again
but I don't know when