poem of the day 01.08.11

poem

birds are falling
from the sky
and the fish are dying
by the pound
baffling the scientists
but i am here
on 86th street
between 17th and 18th avenues
thinking that all
we want
is to eat flesh and blood
watching kids
dressed in tight pants
torture girls
tapping love sonnets
on their cell phones
yet somewhere
you are up there
let’s say looking out
the window
of one of those
corroded buildings
at this very moment
tired
beautiful
jokingly in need of a drink
and there is
so much to tell you
i say to myself
but i keep quiet
pray for a balance
in nature
listen to beethoven
and read jim carroll
poems
instead.