poem of the day 03.01.16

saturday upshot ruinous planet sonata

a sewer line bursts

and i get me a saturday free from the job

we’re killing the planet

so it’s sixty degrees out in february too

this weekend brought to us

by failing infrastructure and climate change

but who can complain in this sun?

with everyone breaking out their spring wardrobes

i’m tired of complaining anyway

tired of whining about demagogues and the fall of america

about rivers of shit filling up basements

and flowers blooming without a leaf on a tree

it’s better to see art and eat delicious indian food with you

than go back and forth over what i can’t control

worry whether or not

we’ll end up in some internment camp come november

or whether we’ll be able to swim

once those sea levels rise infinite

seems to me the damage has been more than done

and with the way we drink

we might not live that long anyway

better to enjoy it now than squander it

this lovely day in union square

the death stench of democracy in the air

let’s make art

let’s dance

for christ’s sake i hear there’s the promise

of frozen yogurt somewhere on first avenue

and later copious amounts of cheap vodka on the couch

neil young songs and the ghost of david bowie

open windows to let us breathe in

the cool salt air of the estuary

as we watch our favorite tv show

is it too much to enjoy this day?

this saturday upshot ruinous planet sonata

passing all of the beautiful graffiti

the three-thousand homeless bodies lining these streets

saying to them isn’t the weather divine?

instead of dipping into our pockets

for another hard-earned dollar

and handing it over

that funny money honey, hon

that we were saving for a cold and rainy day

should another one ever come.