april, for me, is finally here.

you'd have heard by now, that april is the cruelest month, according to ts eliot.
last month i'd have thought of delight.
now, delirium rules the day

it's the heat, i guess
that got to my head

i vaguely recall walking toward buonavista with a friend last month,
surmising that everyone was suffering from the post-firsthreemonth syndrome
since everything was falling into dusty place, since bonds were forged and the two-year journey seemed tangible;
i vaguely recall gloating that i was immune,
since art had given me rejuvenation, a gust of novelty;
i vaguely recall sitting at my throne in the canteen
discussing the vicissitudes(or giddiness, for julienne) of april
and deciding to shut up about how beautiful april was for me.

so april came and went
and may took its rightful place.
art came and went too,
and econs took its place.

and the gust dwindled to a breeze,
the ravages of april catching up with me.
and the breeze gave way to still air
and summer arrived "in all its burnt glory (julienne)".

may brought retrospection,
of relationships past, and i'd reminisce about people i knew.
along with retrospection tagged its old friend, stagnation,
and relationships present were held in limbo.

the songs on radio have lost their enchantment
television shows have become black and white
nothing bad is happening though,
just non-events that teeter on the edge of unimportance
threatening to plunge into the sea of gravity.

so delight gave way to delirium,
for what else could you call happiness that isn't?

all this heat
getting to my head.