Doing As I Should Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Girls still love me even when I get drunk,
Brown haired, auburn eyed:
Careless bandit, I still think about what I might do for them,
What I might steal for them,
Or if breathing out I could be anywhere,
I could be real hung-over like a mighty wind-banner of the clouds:
And S- has beautiful eyes, and a child,
And she goes on walks with her husband, her husband,
Her good man in her good land:
I want to serve in the service of her army: I want to be a shadow of
Her good man;
But where I sleep, the wells of shadows run so deep,
And the cousins of goblins keep good keep,
And they keep around their savage green billboards:
They can advertise anywhere,
On C- B-’s tennis courts, or anywhere there is a sun or moon
Or their penumbra sweet underground,
And the woods are well spoken,
The woods keep going to the river,
And you can use the river to find your way out:
It’s an easy way out, S-, an easy way out of here,
And I can smell your penumbra left behind near the
Drinking fountain near the hall:
But you have a beautiful husband, and I know he is a good, kind
Man, and he just keeps on going,
Eating those ghosts like you- Maybe he looks like me while he eats,
When I was skinny, or when I was famished:
S-, look at your eyes, and look at your daughter’s eyes:
They are the very same,
Like receiving the same letter in the box of your heart,
And it proves you will live forever,
S-,
S-:
And I will keep on protecting you, keep on shooting the dragons
In the heart over the poolside resorts,
Even though I am only half a vagabond conquistador,
Even though I am only half beautiful,
S-:
I’ll keep doing, doing as I should.