Entangled As The Snowflakes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Soft and as entangled as the snowflakes of
Siamese twins who have been
Weeping upon the subzero playgrounds
So much that they've become stuck to
Themselves
Underneath the graveyards and the ufo's—
While the dog in his silence
Remembers how he could not sleep,
As some lady in the cloud banks above him
Could never chastise him for how he could
Never weep—
And the moon peaked out over the bible
Belt of America
While the housewives, unbelievably,
Could never think of slaughtering themselves—
As the golden chains which held the Titans
Ran down the embankments
As the alligators who always were,
Who even saw me kissing and congratulating
With a Mexican housewife who
Could never be my girlfriend,
Farted and came all over themselves.