It’s April now
It’s all fun and games until April comes
When the sand sets in
April can’t go on forever
April is almost beetles
I’d be heading to New York at the end of Time Square
Hanging in New York is like sleep walking on Robert Di Niro
April goes by
April’s almost over now
I’ve seen it snow
April goes by
I’ve seen it hot
April goes by
Mom riding the bus
April goes by
My son swinging off sidewalks
April goes by
My brother talking about big things
April’s almost over now
What big things I say
He never makes any sense
He’s either earnest or lying and they both look the same We’re in the Chinese restaurant on the corner of 54th and 7th
The owners are both Chinese and married
The wife hangs by the cash register at the front door
Her tentacles flying around the room on alert
My brother’s body drapes over his chair
And onto the sticky flypaper edges of the floor
The husband is in the kitchen dripping sweat into our plates
Making them sizzle
We can see people sneezing freely outside the windows while city dust makes them cry
There’s a little girl with long brown hair like me
Shedding crocodile tears at the table next to ours
As her mother uses a cotton ball to wipe her eyes
It’s hot in here
I see my brothers sweat forming on his John Lennon t shirt
I have the same one
We’re not the same.
There’s a fly sucking on something under the little girls table
The place stinks of grease
Oh never mind I say
And April continues on
Taking a walk after lunch to see flowers blooming in the park
Leaning into each other
Brushing elbows
Spitting in the street
Kids out of school
We’ll wait our turn for a swing
My brother pushing me high
Laughing louder then the children at play
We don’t laugh anymore
He’s gone but I left first
Checked out
Moved away
Stopped caring
I don’t care
I’m numb
I never care about anything but myself
I’m a selfish little girl
April’s almost over now
It’s funny though
We still walk our dogs
Just not close enough to bark
It’s funny though
The wind is the same but not the sidewalks
It’s funny though
No one brought a skateboard
My husband never came
It’s funny though
Saying the city is too crowded
Vacationers spending freely
Rain drizzling through April showers
Squirrels know though
They know it soon will be crowded
So they dash through the streets
Gathering their belongings
April’s almost over now
Am I still there when I’m here
I once gave up pot for my son
What do I give up now
I give up
I’m a loser
I take
I take what I want when I want it
Food Drinks Drugs Trips Clothes Jewels Men Sex
Love
Wherever I can find it
I’m unlovable
I’m bad
And April
It’s over
It’s all fun and games until April comes
When the sand sets in
April can’t go on forever
April is almost beetles
I’d be heading to New York at the end of Time Square
Hanging in New York is like sleep walking on Robert Di Niro
April goes by
April’s almost over now
I’ve seen it snow
April goes by
I’ve seen it hot
April goes by
Mom riding the bus
April goes by
My son swinging off sidewalks
April goes by
My brother talking about big things
April’s almost over now
What big things I say
He never makes any sense
He’s either earnest or lying and they both look the same We’re in the Chinese restaurant on the corner of 54th and 7th
The owners are both Chinese and married
The wife hangs by the cash register at the front door
Her tentacles flying around the room on alert
My brother’s body drapes over his chair
And onto the sticky flypaper edges of the floor
The husband is in the kitchen dripping sweat into our plates
Making them sizzle
We can see people sneezing freely outside the windows while city dust makes them cry
There’s a little girl with long brown hair like me
Shedding crocodile tears at the table next to ours
As her mother uses a cotton ball to wipe her eyes
It’s hot in here
I see my brothers sweat forming on his John Lennon t shirt
I have the same one
We’re not the same.
There’s a fly sucking on something under the little girls table
The place stinks of grease
Oh never mind I say
And April continues on
Taking a walk after lunch to see flowers blooming in the park
Leaning into each other
Brushing elbows
Spitting in the street
Kids out of school
We’ll wait our turn for a swing
My brother pushing me high
Laughing louder then the children at play
We don’t laugh anymore
He’s gone but I left first
Checked out
Moved away
Stopped caring
I don’t care
I’m numb
I never care about anything but myself
I’m a selfish little girl
April’s almost over now
It’s funny though
We still walk our dogs
Just not close enough to bark
It’s funny though
The wind is the same but not the sidewalks
It’s funny though
No one brought a skateboard
My husband never came
It’s funny though
Saying the city is too crowded
Vacationers spending freely
Rain drizzling through April showers
Squirrels know though
They know it soon will be crowded
So they dash through the streets
Gathering their belongings
April’s almost over now
Am I still there when I’m here
I once gave up pot for my son
What do I give up now
I give up
I’m a loser
I take
I take what I want when I want it
Food Drinks Drugs Trips Clothes Jewels Men Sex
Love
Wherever I can find it
I’m unlovable
I’m bad
And April
It’s over
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