rain pours from yellow clouds
that wreath the skyscrapers of downtown

it's white white day
in the wrong way
the augurs tell me to swim hard
against the wind and the leaves
and the purely driven snow
no hidden agendas
though nelson and robert
used to tell me
that when signs point to no
turn off the alarm and
go back to bed kid
but i can't seem to
put these livers and feathers
and tarnished knives
and reams of paper
punched through up the sides
to sleep