unfinished poem

some thoughts on writing in spring

just so you know, this isn't done
in all likelihood it won't be for a while
possibly ever,
so don't ask me questions about it
or analyze its completeness
or
(God forbid)
its style
because this was written on a
saturday night after ingesting
copious amounts of lily-scented air
in april - spring, no less!
just before a literal april shower
and just after a proverbial one
in the light of a full moon
which seems a dangerous time
to start anything,
thoroughly under the influence of
tree buds and newborn flowers
minty grass and warm lazy light
easter eggs and spring fever -
but anyway, don't laugh,
or cry, come to think of it -
i'm not done