When I jumped out of 55 Bar
for a quick lunch break,
I felt
the beauty
the advent
of Spring.
It felt
so good,
that
I almost started dancing all tripped out in the street,
I almost heard ecstatic orgasmic Jimi Hendrix guitar solos in my brain
I almost started singing and shrieking with pure joy
I almost tasted green apple French sorbet evaporating sweetly on the tip of my tongue
I almost started having sex with the oxygen in the air I was breathing
I almost flew to the moon where I would sip a Pina Colada and chill in a folding chair on the beach,
but instead I
went to the Pizza Villa
ordered a slice
and it didn’t matter that it costed 2 dollars
cuz it was one bangin’ slice of pizza,
warm, steamy
but not like it would burn my tongue
the dough was soft and chewy
the cheese was subtle and mellow,
I relished.
Then on the corner,
I saw some snazzy-ass pants
bright as the day
neon and flashy
patterned intricately,
so I bought two pairs
and I didn’t mind to spare
the 40 dollar price
cuz they were gonna be fun to wear
lookin’ so nice.

The peddler man thanked me for my business,
and marked that the pants are
good for summertime.

Spring just started five minutes ago
and already I’m anxious for summer.