Callie’s eternal spring by Thomas Zimmerman

an April night the Christmas lights still up

oh it’s alright all time is one it’s always

now sweet mantras for bohemians

god love ’em // rain & sun & greening up

your precious hormones catching fire & even

though the poet you’re in lust with says

he doesn’t give a damn about your dreams

you don’t believe him // dark red blossoms on

the bush out front & gauze balls on the neighbors’

tree the beer you’re drinking Psychedelic

Cat Grass makes you woozy yet your dream

is real the nether self the apple that

you pluck your passion dance your bangles dangle

shrunken heads yes moons as well as suns