How To Finish This Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I could die tonight I wouldn’t
Have to try to give bouquets to Diana in the morning:
In the morning,
Who does she love- There is a red delicious apple in
My throat and now I’ve
Slain
Frank O’Hara while no one was watching:
Frank O’Hara, you are a faggot, and I am that destroying
Flame,
And now Beowulf is dead, by the dragon or whoever,
And Tolkien has really beautiful hair,
Grown out and Norwegian over the tulips and violets field;
And Sharon is in her kiln of Gold:
Hello, Sharon: Save me Sharon from all of these
Goblins,
All of this luscious horde, but don’t worry, Sharon,
Because you cannot save me- you are so very beautiful
Sharon:
You are the stained glass that makes a sweet church of this
World-
You desalinate the sound for dolphins, Sharon:
Do you hear me girl, while my tired face gets busy washing
Citrus,
While the sun and traffic repeats laughing, never having to
Know me:
They are in Disney World, and if they could they would
Butcher you:
And they would; and fireworks, and fireworks,
And independent belief-
The apostrophes of the consolations taking walks across
The encrypted flow of really lustrous glaciers and all of their
Roe:
Sharon, I am dying tonight, and you should have to finish this,
Because I cannot remember how to finish this-
And I guess this is how we go….