How the rain sounds on a sunny day is nothing like what I have here

They're waiting for you
with the worst pens
subliminal
a sorrowful dull carcass
bleeds invisibly down one way street
sorrowful to die
unyielding,

my virgin nightmares
are implanted by crooks,

there's steps stepping
toward white
tiled corners--I listen--but

they aren't mine

I walk on my toes.