Cemeteries Only I Can Remember Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Warm beer and I can begin forgetting this night,
Like all the girls who long forgot me on roller-skates
And infinitely swell legs:
Norman Rockwell girls whose time has come
And video games:
The traffic is a centipede going on forever:
Stopping and going,
Ignoring the park- Perhaps even hating the park,
Because it was not made to those proportions,
And somewhere out there amidst its peeping
Segments young beautiful lovers
Who stop in to buy Christmas trees, who actually seem
To like me:
And I toast to them and the waves,
The somnolence of a careless god whispering to
A gentleman, the devil, underneath the what so ever
Palm trees:
And girls I knew, and coral castles, and promenades
For forever better and even immortal poets,
This being the last thing I have to say to this humid hour,
For my clocks are changing into hearts,
And yet I still try the ever familiar illusion upon myself:
That I will live forever,
Solitary down the hallways of high schools and
Cemeteries only I can remember.