04-01-2022, 09:27 AM
April is not so much cruel
as simply inexperienced
depending so much on March,
abandoned by the winds
and clouds that promised so much more.
Cruelty more surely flocks about
the days of the week, squeaking
like racks in an Inquisitor’s dungeon
put into service to stretch the truth,
amid the screams, a few centimeters more,
to bring it in tune with weekday lies.
April is for the women we knew
and the few that knew us,
hanging by our nails from balconies
that never saw spring come or go
without a reference to Antonioni.
Liebe dauert oder dauert nicht
an dem oder jedem Ort
says November in reply, jealous as Pluto
always is. And I said, no, this is no time
to be on a downhill slope, on a tricycle,
holding on tight to sweet Marie.
We watch television most of the night
and turn amorous in the winter.
as simply inexperienced
depending so much on March,
abandoned by the winds
and clouds that promised so much more.
Cruelty more surely flocks about
the days of the week, squeaking
like racks in an Inquisitor’s dungeon
put into service to stretch the truth,
amid the screams, a few centimeters more,
to bring it in tune with weekday lies.
April is for the women we knew
and the few that knew us,
hanging by our nails from balconies
that never saw spring come or go
without a reference to Antonioni.
Liebe dauert oder dauert nicht
an dem oder jedem Ort
says November in reply, jealous as Pluto
always is. And I said, no, this is no time
to be on a downhill slope, on a tricycle,
holding on tight to sweet Marie.
We watch television most of the night
and turn amorous in the winter.