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April Instigating on May

April, April,
what am I paying for here?
you left me salivating
At Costa Rican jungle and blue shears
Rebuke and offer New York,
You know that wasn’t what I had in mind

Oh April,
You’ve wrung me over and flattened me out
I smell the death all around me
I know I’m paying penitence for some crime
I now know I’m doing my time
Just what have I done or been caught for?
What can I do and tell me my worth?
You know, if I wasn’t so vain I’d go away
But the cosmos and the cigarettes are keeping me here

April your poem won’t let me be…
May comes and it offers me Seoul
Bloody April,
Your last name is May
And your middle well, it’s Instigating
‘cuz ain’t nothing here you’ve finished
And every major hope you unwished

April May,
April you are threading on May,
May and April
God, you are one in the same
You know I hate goodbyes,
But one of us has got to get right out of here…

Based off TW “Depot, Depot,” pic from the Art Car Show.

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