This April seemed to be an imbecile
That would sprinkle rain on gutters
When we expected police brutality
With reproductive jokes about lilacs.

The unseasonal rain had a sky-crack,
The wisecrack that pulled teeth out
And a power proof of a transformer
Like a fart joke by our oldest uncle.

The randy sky played its bawdy joke
With a slightly cracked up crop field
Playing dirty by a memory’s desires
Stirring its weeds with a spring rain.