albino sea

a day is a boy
is a rainy day
the marvelous toy
i was given to play with
i was born to destroy
can't remember the snow
can't remember at all
all those fresh yellow buds
i learned first to say no to
and then opened my mouth
not to cry but to see

can't remember her name
she would put me to bed
in our house by the sea
but the water had fled to my knee

had we tossed all them buds
had the water been still
rain would bring back the boy
with his wooden pulp, bleached
and his skin tough like leather

father are we not clouds?
why can't you bring this weather?