poetry month

that time of year again 
in gay montpelier
when we take a moment
on the way to the office
to look at atrociously laid out 8.5x11 printer sheets
scotched all over the windows
and think about
how roses are pretty
and love does exist
but o the soul
it's so murky

whatever 
last week was national grilled cheese day
and i had to deal with that too