Confectious Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The interstate is beautiful:
See it going both ways, expeditious and
Almost free of cops:
I’ve taken her avenue so many times
Between West Palm and
Gainesville,
Before I had a scar of a job:
You can go to Disney World and kiss a
Plastic princess in your palace of chicken wire:
You can be a fox,
And put the needle into the red:
Put the glorious weed into the vein of your left
Arm:
Or I can forget you and all the roadside distractions,
Remembering the call of the sea and helicopters
Yearning,
The coral beds of otters and spacemen:
I can take the courses all the way to Colorado and
Continue up:
See where she is lying translucent and open in a
Mollusk shell,
And I can imbibe her while she isn’t even looking:
She is cocooned in her extraterrestrial,
And soon she’ll be extending like a earthbound
Plume down to the lips of
Her careless man,
Leaving me only with the graveyard,
The empty carcasses of woodpeckers and coyotes:
Already identified,
The scientists don’t care if I become extinct:
Just another Christmas tree sleeping in the intercostals:
I would have liked to touch her flesh, coming in like
Storm fronts over her raspy androgynous:
I would have liked to have worn a fine cap denoting
Me as her hero:
And planted rose bushes over her sleeping tomb,
But she was too salty and confectious, and I loved her still
While she took her child to the library,
And I crawled into the casket and died.