Hungry to gain
on quiet and night
and cold and rain
we pixelate
we complicate
our veins are antifreeze
our throats are bubblegum
our forests
socialist
no liege, no CEO
we give away
our loamy, pitchy songs
they say what they mean
stay, stay
the winter’s over
we made them from decay
the understory
ordered us some food
thanks understory
thanks salamanders
thanks paramecia
God set the snooze
just fifteen minutes more
then all the forest rang
old song, new spring
soon lilacs
stole the moment
with their cat piss smell
stale Heinekens
what can we say
apparently they’re popular
don’t blame us
for what happens in May
we’re April in a nutshell
we’re antifreeze and bubblegum
we are the peepers
