Triplet of April in and out of Lust

Jesse Doiron

April 6, 2022

Cliché

April feigns her rains.

She is an actress, a witty talent

in a scene from some

superbly written script.

And well she plays her part, 

for she is very nearly able

to convince us all that, 

with Winter dead,

she is grief-worn at the pall.

Standing by his bier,

to all appearances bereaved,

teary rain within her eyes,

she squints and forces out the drops.

While we, quite naturally, applaud,

both upon her entrance and her exit.

For, in truth, we know

this satin shower on her face

is but a faint facade, a purposeful

concealment of her Summer’s love.

Ah! April! She is an actress.

And only when her final,

soft soliloquy is done

are we allowed to see

that most unsomber smile

upon the face of April.

April X

I laid April last night.

In like a lion.

Made her cry.

So much for Summer studs.

What she needed was a

good autumnal raking 

with a little winter solstice.

God, she’s hot.

Especially the tears –

all fake I know,

just for show.

Such a drama queen.

Should have been an actress.

But she does make 

every part of me turn red –

until it falls.

Thought I’d died 

by the time she finished.

Then, she smiled, 

and said, “Again.”

God, I love that.

Out like a lamb.

April in the Shower

Men are so pathetic when it comes to sex.

The young ones are all clumsy.

The hung ones are a pain.

The old ones are unable.

And the ones you want are vain.

Men are so pathetic when it comes to sex.

Jesse Doiron spent 13 years overseas in countries where he often felt as if he were a “thing” that had human qualities but couldn’t communicate them. He teaches college, now, to people a third his age. He still feels, often, as if he is a “thing” that has human qualities but can’t communicate them.