April Fox

Sometimes there's this little spark
of magic
and you know I don't believe in that
or much of anything
but logic and reason but still
the way things fell into place is just so --
Just so. 

I was so
fucking
sick of it all, if I had to sit through
one more
pop country anthem or 
God awful cover of a song that was
perfectly fine in its own right without the tacky 
veneer of faux psychedelia
laid over it,
carefully crafted to appeal to the crowd of desperate fishwives
in expensive peasant skirts and pupils wide with coke
and desperation
I'd have added vomit
to the bloodstain
I left up on that stage and then to find
the most basic thing, the most primal
and to have it lead to something 
fierce and real
and then
And then
And then
to piece the tale together
from words that I'd been fed
and to end up holding close
the things that someone else once wanted
And in exchange all I had to give up
was the trash long overdue for taking out --
It might be fate, it might be magic
but in retrospect, I think it's simply
logic making sense.