poem of the day 12.20.10

fix it

ryan adams
new album in the cold
of brooklyn

i feel bad
walking past the carcasses
of dead animals
outside the butcher

i’m thinking about
my wife
and all of the other
women
whom i’ve made cry

by being
a selfish bastard

how most of them
never deserved
my anger or pain

how if
i could
i’d fix it

take all of that
misery

and roll
it into a ball

kick it down
these silent streets

until it hit
the sewers

and went washing
deep into the ocean.