Classic Poem

& that was that day.
& that was that.
that day was the old rat & tat day the green canteen of blood put every fire to shame.

that day it rained black burning bananas & ears & they froze remember into strips of mildewed dandelionhearted white-haired toes of dogshit aging on the ground that was glass & growing old.
the flaw of flame then tried to beat the band to eat the glass.
glass because the day before was that remembered day it snowed wow a reinforced corporation of bull 'gasms slouching toward Bethlehem to be steel.

a day for barefoot space-travel a day for squaredance competition finals on & on into the night well mercy me inside the dancing blood-red barn O.
& that was that day.

not the day it snowed wisdom no.
& not the day screwed-up courage struck its sticking point & stricken got good & stuck in the kleptomaniac Atlantic's windpipe.
God no.
the day the mundane moon shed its maidenhead & bid adieu to its old skin & gave up more than one ghost & the day the transparent parents' prepared statements & canned goods all went bad & the old newspapers misspelled every single word but maggot.
tha2 qaj ms tud.
ahem that day is ah today.

it rains lost toads on tar-dark roads under lo the tread of discipline's slick eliminator car it rains decent burials for committees of windshield insects.
it rains jails & clipboards of names & numbers from under hubcap mud & license-plate imprisonment.

at the end of the straits under the cut-throat sunset there is still the jail of seamless radio rain singing singing singing up a storm O.

it is so raining rain you know.
it's raining a strict & liquid diet of days.

that'll be the day buddy & it will.