I'm not a poet. I will be poetizing soon, while I live in a land of cactus and superstitions. My hope is to use lots of gerunds and mobilize forces that use marbles instead of canons and straws instead of bazookas. I am a gunslinger, and a duck. April is the cruelest month, and with it will come the goal of creating poems that strike down the hearts of even the most valiant and eager.