2 april

and it's the chill that shakes
the bone that quakes alarming
charmed out of earth and air
fair enough for disregard
hardened by experience
delirious and prone to falling
all the wrong corrections
all the coarse syllabi
flying off the handle
can't strangle sentiment
meant to gently turn away
turned and flailed instead
spectacular embarassment
display of all the fault lines
feed the fever starve the soul
clear and start again