Because Everything is Terrible
Or feels endlessly ruinous, at least,
I’ll praise the trivial. I’ll praise
in winter the half-foot of height
lost by the Eiffel Tower. I’ll praise
aspirin, which once was made
from the boiled bark of the willow tree.
Because there is never
too much pleasure in this stupid world,
I’ll praise chocolate. Decent
sex. Out-of-body experiences.
New languages. I’ll praise
Wayne Newton because this is perverse.
Tumbling through cold space
is an asteroid filled with murder.
Sealed up in amber, pressed into stone,
are bones of the long dead
super-lizards I loved when I was a boy
and dying was not a thing
anybody ever did. I praise
in this instant my sprained ankle,
my sore throat, my face
which needs to be shaved.
I love you, all. I love the shadows
inking the window to my right.
Collection agent, what
do I owe you? I don’t have it to give you,
but I can imagine a life
of obscene wealth. I can imagine
going so fast that time
slows down. Over there is
the wooden roller coaster
that is causing all this screaming.
I am screaming. I’m thinking
of my body. I am falling
through sleep into hateful Thursday.
Tonight: I’ll praise whatever
is at hand. A new year. The apocalypse.
“Because Everything is Terrible” is from Because Everything is Terrible (Diode Editions, 2018).