Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I love you, but you don’t weep like
Extinguishing amphibians in the car port,
So azure underneath the burnished stars,
And I don’t need new clothes;
And I don’t need a dog tag- It’s you I want-
You my war, to piss stain cops,
To show my parents a real good time,
The Satanists- the beautiful cesarean crutches
Who would never have surmounted without me,
And yet they refrain:
And I want to show you fireworks and superhero
Powers,
And green stars and lamps and holidays I haven’t
Yet the willpower to explain;
And if you haven’t yet loved me,
Don’t answer- the flower is delicate between the tresses
And the leaping airplanes;
If there is a god, then I will see you again….