april is the cruelest month

i hear it's nat'l poetry month. i have a bad attitude about poetry. i write poetry. i disdain poetry. i love poetry. i hate poetry. i eat poetry. i shit poetry. i put poetry in the catbox. i stuff cushions with poetry. i especially dislike poetry about poetry. egads!... but we do know aprylle is the kruelleste munth... ah and respond we must.

my response is to record you, the listener, a poem each day of this month. and post it suchly hereat.

to start, something i have not recorded in the month of april. but it is the most recent mp3 made. the thing i have recorded in the month of april, well, it's longer and incomplete as yet. perhaps, tonight.

letters from woodrow