April

What name

Do you sing eves

When glass is dry

And vinyl crackles?

I sing a name unspoken

- only sung, you see.

Only liars sing it

Only liars and me.

Her name’s April

Lives in a valley where

Desert wind thickens, rises

Leaves little room for breathing and air

And carries an everpresent ethanol tinge...

Where skies scream lowly and lowlights dim

The center of the Central Valley.

And she blooms there like some

Enchanted quillwork goddess

With clouds of elegance and

Vapor as she whisks by.

April comes like the moon

Leaves you with the sky -

Violet, sparkling and

Yellow fire skin.

April is enough to make

Young men die

And dying men win.