In April days transcendent is the light
The air is sharp the wind breathes out cold sea
The afternoons are longer, spacious bright
Women fear to go out it when it’s night
More are murdered in the home at tea
In April we ask questions, seeking light
Wearing summer dresses , girls delight
But leggings are the fashion or tight jeans
The afternoons are glowing with lust bright
Mothers claim they stimulate,incite
Their teenage sons, now sprung like mattress seams
In April who appreciates the light?
Their teenage sons, now sprung like mattress seams
In April who appreciates the light?
Porn is common, so are leggings tight
Hormonal heights cast shadows in between
The scruples of the church, the Zeit geist
We might see other worlds, Shakespearean themes
And pass the summer drifting in deep dreams
And pass the summer drifting in deep dreams
In April we reinterpret the new light
The afternoons make screens blind, readers rhyme
