blue black skies
awaiting the sun
an air of cannot
uncontracted
no clever
apostrphe hung

as the toads
warble loud
enough to wake
the angry cardinals
the world vibrates
in nots and no’s

crimson slashes
screeching in
defiance yet
clearly uncertain
as to what they are
defiantly against

discordant chaos
an oil slick of
rainbow sick on coffee
the blue black sky
contracting cannots
into driving necessity