How Much I Have Poem by Robert Rorabeck

How Much I Have



What uninterested sadness those alligators must feel,
Laconic in the expressions that never end,
Reptiles and their grandsons basking under the unremissioned
Sun-
Like days of middle-class housewives,
Or writers better received than this who relocate their heroines
Back again into the same mixing pot of cul-de-sacs;
It is in some obtuse way very beautiful, with the rich palm trees
And yachts all displayed in the distance of the back-nine,
And the players white on white who I might once have known
Way back in high school who stayed in class and grew more
Affluent,
While I wept scar-chested in the oils and pastels from the guts
Of broken down school buses; and even what I am doing
Cannot be excused- The day is clear and influential,
And the new mothers are in the parks pushing their
Brilliant trams, and I should be out mowing their yards,
Or becoming the tail end of a snappy movement-
I should come out and dazzle alongside all the stunningly
Bearded minds of the politically correct counter culture,
But I don’t even polish the teak furniture while her parents
Are driving her up to state college,
I don’t even walk the bichon frise- Too insecure to be a native,
I finish off all the alcohol,
I pretend to be a conquistador well famished and lost in the
Crenulated wilderness; I let my dreams distend from my
Virulent libido, I smell her general direction and go to sleep neatly
Choreographed;
I’ll let the rains truncate my sunburned body out in the screened lanai,
And then I might get up and rob this house,
Eating all this petty bourgeoisie’s expensive jams;
Never wanting to be this son,
Tipping the religious silvers to my chin- How quietly the cypress
Should crook outside mossy shoulders in little blooms;
Those very same alligators and the uneven traffics shouldn’t even
Say a thing, and I’ll walk off with my polished guilt,
Leaving better insects to pollinate and molt her womb’s bouquet-
They’ll toss it to the graves in the end,
And I’ll walk off nearby into the restive shadows, counting
How much I have.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emancipation Planz 09 June 2009

Robert.. a verse of thematic contemplations I enjoyed... I am richer for the share of how much you have by the conjured imagery within words.. thank you

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