April Brought Rivers

APRIL BROUGHT RIVERS

By JCSTREET © 2004


April brought rivers
madness
churning the blood, there

was that running down the road with
mouth open gulping
fresh air feeling, a

need to tear one’s clothes off and

in bed of a Saturday morning the crying
of playful children
crystallized

hung in a candle
above suburb fields

then I turned choking to taste the
uneven smoothness of your body and
perhaps I over-indulged in my devourings but
it was in both
our best interests, you

said so yourself, perhaps

this is the last Spring and
next year I’ll be old

-30- Montreal 1968

(Author’s comment: Yeah right! How pretentious are young poets?)