Down Days

These days.
Earthquakes in China, Taipei.
Louisville, too, and deep underneath us.
A seal raping a King penguin,
his sexual frustration, like all our sexual frustrations.
Unsatisfied. Feels like always, doesn't it.

The ice is getting thinner in Iceland?
Things are getting greener in Greenland?
And a gas crisis--no the gas crises.
And rice patties thinning
much like my exboyfriend's head of hair.
Costco's a mess of overcharges.
Seven dollar gallon in 2009.

Baseball games on early summer nights,
complete with near panic on train.
Public praise and universal humiliation,
With public grace, in a private shituation.

Deep in the dark, under the lights left
on in my apartment all day,
I find I'm listening to all the wrong people talk.
And I keep listening to all the wrong people talk.
But better write yourself a note: polar bears are sacred.