But Another Huckleberry Finn Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So you start up by pulling some machines by the rope
Around their necks.
And the lawns get mowed, while I am sure that I can fall in
Love with just about anyone as long as they are long hipped
And female:
And the words come like fires burning like rest stops down
The interstate that we skip off like
Stones or wishes;
And don’t you bet I want to take Diana to Disney World
And swim with her and the lucky gold fishes:
What is she doing right now, but kissing her opulent gentleman,
His fingers around her throat, and he in her hands:
As the bodies make love underneath the prancing ceiling fans:
Bodies that traveled to see one another by so many means,
The fates of the fleeted dreams of clever jeans:
Bodies moving and filibustering up the jet blue and jade streams:
She is having a birthday, or she is getting roses:
Their lips are parting for creatures like marsupials or terrapins:
The little freckled boys are escaping mostly down river;
Maybe they are her children and they are lost into another
Tributary of the songs of rich folklore I have been singing,
Seeing that for her I am but another Huckleberry Finn.