Not Today Satan

I'm rain checking the spectre
In my mirror with the uranium stare,
Passing a calendar under the bed to get
Pencils from the rotting hand
How's April 19th? Howling wind
Can circle back and bring birch branches
If it wants, just not tonight. I'm telling the
Faceless man who looms like a black hole
He can stay home, I'm clearing
My schedule for all creeping feelings
And sleeping in 'til noon.