Her Blaze Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pleasant thoughts, like a rainbow on the tit of
An alligator,
As she lays down with him, and tastes the murder of his
Smile,
After they have run so far away together and taken so many
Names,
Even after he left her with a child in the great armpits of
The apathetic human race,
With death in his entire smile over every last one of the dinner
Party-
And there were rodeos, and concerts to attend;
And on the sanctimonious finger of her taken hand,
A stone as beautiful as a wild horse that was tamed and taught
How to speak the Queen’s
English:
And I saw her in all of this across the canal, as she spoke to
A genie in a wineglass when I was supposed to be in
School:
And she laid on me for awhile her gaze, in between the blue knives
Of the Bismarcks framing her respectable grotto
That controlled her blaze.