21 april

a stable guest and host at most on the stock pot watched not in the bull run and the bare arms charmed by candelabra or those little lights in bags -- 

20 april

way off the base like a chased hyena and a scene you had to be to believe there like squared off dances in the last chances saloon mooning over the root beer and why it just won't float -- 

19 april

stay the course and pay the horseshoe crabcake overground underwire mired in the lid of a thousand opened jars too far off from the toast to jam it up

18 april

echo like a wrecking ball -- a cattle call and caramel flat white an extra hot grad night no sled led like the bid for a half-eaten laightrack and a halfstack of leftbehind notes

17 april

melting into unnecessary detail to flail along the strongarmed certainty of turpentine and flannel we can't handle without kidgloves and lost sheep and no peeps out of any chickens until the rest are hatched check-ins

16 april

like a maple syrup rigamarole bandstand with unplanned commercial breaks and mowing lawns with fairy cakes planted firmly in slid ground compounded by interest and splinters of fintech with principal investment to boot -- 

15 april

a birthday to home away from the outfield the inbound and the underground with a heydiddle fiddle and a pollywog jig

14 april

the playbill that's rung up has trumped cards and hung high like barrel decker underwebs and legs too loose for bent knees to spend three seconds too long for the wait

13 april

this is the way we're playing it out for now like doubts of cows with spotty reception and a single signal to put right although tightfisted and unlisted and broken at both ends -- the antilock knee socks too late to make amends -- 

12 april

though the lights on mean the day's gone backward while the night's come last in the blast-off disregard gunning hard for bronze and maybe a frothy pour of milk

11 april

puns like a stunner like a done runner and a misbegotten hand grenade fading from view as the truth takes off like a whopping cough boomerang and back again like so many backward glances

10 april

how full the moon that takes the cake that eases the ache we know before the score was cast was orchestrated last to first in the worst possible key with regrets that we couldn't find the lock

9 april

come down like lipcorner edges with the hedges mowed down and i'll mend no more fences though the defense is clearly walled

8 april

take care and fare well the bellmonger and dawnbringer treads easy while the peas in the pod go nod mode and nod off like a whooping cough of best regards turned hard and to the left behind -- 

7 april

keep the sleep and save the pace the reach the wonder the smile that's under the moon and soon enough the sun plays tough and hard to get but that's just it -- the dark is cooler anyway

6 april

what about the way the play ran out the doubts stacked up and the tip top tick tock tickertape parade handmade and overstayed like a welcome come poorly and an accidental shore leave we never could admit anyway

5 april

well and good and so up should stay like ice trays cubed and the rude news knowing better like prickly sweaters arranged in pairs and nevercare uninformed backward thinking uniforms we substitute for unicorns when none are left in stock

4 april

with an end near or as of yet unclear the start is two parts starch to one less fresh with the catch being the scale is leaning upward and falling fast fat lip like quips from a pen and left again to fend all for ourselves our healths and more than we had bargained for

3 april

room for discussion like a spoon and a muffin stepping away for tea but coming back three sheets to the crumb cake and dumb mistakes notwithstanding we'll sit out this bout and wait for the next fall

2 april

still and all the call is to the wild uncompiled index cards writ large and unconfirmed in squirming glamor with the lamp for a sun and the moon for a cue while the tune turns flat and the tunnel falls short

1 april

way full and uncool but the rule is no way out to win to sin upstream like a pipe dream blowing smoke up a holy oak and turning to swiss cheese --