APRIL’S FOOL

April’s fool is drenched in tears
Ringing in a month of rain
Clouds of mischief for our ears
Laugh’s on me as I explain

It’s just my nature, can’t you see?
For day to day, we die
Our actions beget history
We lose, then wonder why

My powers of deduction
Rendering a list of clues
It’s nonsense in the long run
Yet, it bolsters your abuse

The process of elimination
Looking at your rug-burned knees
Methods to your madness brewing
What to say after a sneeze

Here’s a few more bits of madness
Biting lips and holding tongues
Sipping on a cup of sadness
Counting loss as ladder rungs

Odds of being struck by lightning
Short end of the third degree
How to make a scene in public
Eating more than what you need

Unrequited circumstances
Leaving well enough alone
Keeping up appearances
Disappearing in your phone

Blindsided by accusations
Stuttering a sad reply
Useless as the answers given
Questions leading to a lie

Not to mention games you play
Captive audience of one
Closed umbrellas
Rainy days
Celebrating what’s been done

April showers in a note
Words cascade, then fall so fast
Melt inside the things you wrote
Saved for someone else’s past

Words like bullets to my brain
Leaving holes for all to see
Exits for revolving pain
Connecting dots of misery

From: EVERY WICKED BIRD

TM DiSarro