April Lusting

30 poems in honor of Poetry Month, Andrews McMeel, and poets & poems everywhere, are conveyed underneath the cover graphic. April Lusting is available for $4.70. The poems are basic and sparsely edited but are emotive and free-flowing. Enjoy:

This booklet, April Lusting, is hereby offered to Andrews McMeel unconditionally and without disruption. It is a celebration of poetry and publishing, with a poem written about writing for each day of Poetry Month. The 30 poems explore notions of need and creation.

Back Cover, April Lusting

4/1/2021


I know:

To forever sow:

from

what started

here


And:

I regard you highly

needing

your vital lust–

Your emotion


(must linger)


// A Day Later…

4/2/2021


You are like butter and cream

benefactors of my dream

with molten blue knives


Peacefully cutting

far far into the lives

Of this respectful dreamland


// A Day Later…

4/3/2021


The joyful quicksand

eternally finds me–

Andrews McMeel

consumes its dreamland


because my writing

Is for the mourning

(and I will show you)

written glory–


// A Day Later…

4/4/2021


Publisher,

I look for

valor–


be tender…

/what you have done/

is indeed epic


Giving voice to spirits

(alternating currents)

I want badly to feel.


// A Day Later…

4/5/2021


Dear K Melville,

  I have this arc in my brain

  of rare capacity

  and upper-tier welding.

  We see across your

  characterscape

  forming

  wishes of super peace.

  & Alas brainstorming

  paperbacks

  for schools


// A Day Later…

4/6/2021


We cannot favor

the fusillade,

the reality,

that does not debrief.

  wanting to craft a sanity

  materials are our convention

the trauma floats

showing social whale intentions

to genius deft caffeinated cats

Moby Dick is a masterpiece

  outlining schematics

  for compression


// A Day Later…

4/7/2021


Time is an issue

believe it or not I’ve toiled

in rooms–whose floors,

consumed with this tissue,


echo, aloof aversions

telling me:

My book is worthless

if no assertion is (actually) real.


A (contagion) simulation

Blood is in my work

Assent

Because I will write for humans:


// A Day Later…

4/8/2021


We lack time

to paint

life or death

But the words come

relentless

onto me in madness

cascades

raging


I tell them I am better

I am not simple

I write better poetry

I need to be

very well published

very very very soon

(receiving my microchip

is imperative)


// A Day Later…

4/9/2021


I will know no more

of the flavor

the color of latent cruelty

that nearly killed me

(in an exact way)

hunting my strings


All I can do

is give to the ocean of things

The NETWORK,

that is my benefactor:

my thoughtful loud

planar book


// A Day Later…

4/10/2021


Finding Space

is like waiting,

needing channels of water,

craving hotter vitality,

I see submerged fire.


We cannot know


if I was followed

by school citizens


how it would go

with people as my tool

on my side


alas AM is the best rule

its agenda is integrated


// A Day Later…

4/11/2021


In the city and forests,

absolute aftermath

of love and education

overwhelm you


It happened.

So I ready myself

I will edit infinitely–

I need to:


// A Day Later…

4/12/2021


Interlude:

I am a hydrogen fish


Talk poetry with me

evolve

somewhere is a labyrinth


You complete me

Give me a space


to echo

and I promise I will reverberate

further


// A Day Later…

4/13/2021


Best of days

We are birds of a feather

everything will get better

I will tell you this tale

from genius to jail

beware though

I am not innocent.

But I have paid my karma

The strife of my life

has subsided


Every day

a fight

against nothingness

My life will

encapsulate you.

Strains and fibers

of a benefactor Atlas

will remain

and circumnavigate

around here


// A Day Later…

4/14/2021


This machine is lethal

Steady your hand

and I will tell you a story

while you remember:


Understand my breath is shallow

I can die

An attraction is complete

the book must orbit


// A Day Later…

4/15/2021


I’ll never comprehend

Why steady hands

Can come to all

but not me


I will transfer messages

But the heart of the publisher

its core

Is not faulted nor mine


// A Day Later…

4/16/2021


You cannot clip my wing

So don’t try

I’ve spawned generations

onto our children’s understanding

I associate prideful

word-based rhythm

getting to the front


// A Day Later…

4/17/2021


Fruitfully

in my brain:

are lighthearted aviation

schematics


The nature

of the platform

onto a shortlist of

a solitary publisher


// A Day Later…

4/18/2021


Animating–

We will foretell

the way you walk.

I will see you

by the tethering

and you can say

you stood with it

since the beginning.


// A Day Later…

4/19/2021


I will revamp

motion

everything will change


once I’ve been allowed

to share


The notes

are an entire

schematic


We will

come together


// A Day Later…

4/20/2021


We release tremors

by our touch

tell me to bring love

and I will show thoroughly


Here is the decision

I am a writer

I need a platform

End this suffering


// A Day Later…

4/21/2021


Do not forget

the spirals

I learn

the calls

of the wild

singing

piled books everywhere

I advance

my chance is null

You can’t get me off

this reception

is mine

The deaf space-opera

here

moves further

you are my image

AM Publishing

is packaged


// A Day Later…

4/22/2021


They will reduce them

To bare flower pedals

In puddles near a gutter


Understanding

of hell

is difficult


Know though:

Thriving

is mandatory


I speak further

Your mind is outside

You do not know half


When I get it

nobody will impede

all these acceleration structures


// A Day Later…

4/23/2021


The speed

of avoiding things

does not make sense

is not healthy

and I don’t understand

if you are on my side

or not


// A Day Later…

4/24/2021


I feel like

giving up–


You will never feel like this

besides taking a risk


And I will tell you

Off


Because littering trash

in my brain

isn’t worth it


I need to know

accurately

if I’m good


And when it happens

Heaven

may reconstruct my brain


// A Day Later…

4/25/2021


I am only

shells

connected

with viscera


Taunt

me

less absently

less abundantly


// A Day Later…

4/26/2021


Today

Is the 26th

On this day–

I’ve been at Anne Sippi

for 26 months.

When I was 26

I was released from New York

my writing is no waif or game


// A Day Later…

4/27/2021


I tour

across brains.

And this downpour

of static regions

concern

the folks that cannot think.

This land

is abusive


And I hope

one day

to finish editing

Poetry Month

madness

material


// A Day Later…

4/28/2021


The space for me

is alongside Earth

they will say

mine is profound

My Spot:

is reward:

Coursing through my brain

The dark cloud killer

will ossify

everything good


// A Day Later…

4/29/2021


I love

the way

you track me

across the internet

I will always be yours

My metrics

see your Linux

I love you

it is okay

to not always make sense

but I expect the sun

to shine



// A Day Later…

4/30/2021


Crafting honesty temples

I’m truthful by design

Moving humans

Hedonism is free


We will rebuke

Castles that are not pure

recklessly

forfeiting

everything

that

is

not

good


They will see us

They will succumb

and learn

depths further


And we will

learn further

how to forge

with more reality