Kuiper Belt Blues Poem by Robert Rorabeck

High kicking pantomime-
Haven’t you yet married your used car salesmen-
They dysfunctional pain in the gut
OF the comely Bible Belt-
I’ll never sell a novel, I’ll just melt
Down in the center of crowds of screaming girls-
I’ll dissolve right into the escaping center of their
Expansive world:
And Pluto isn’t even a planet, because it revolved with
Other things of ice- but Charon is his slender friend
And isn’t…. isn’t that nice:
My brother already has a job- My sister polished off
His knob,
Because she’s a good girl, and puts the holy spell
On four legged animals: Oh hell;
It feels good to feel just a little hung over,
After strange things happen on the autumn equinox
And I’m doing pretty good for a boy who can’t
Even spell,
Even as all the pretty birds are disappearing-
I think I’ll follow them and pick up the jewels they leave.
I doubt they even think to feel how steeped they’ve
Made my pockets;
The mermaid is wading sideways through the sloughs;
I think she’s done bathing and beating oysters on her chest-
I think she’s finally watching me, hypnotized through the post-
Modern midday rush,
And I seem to recall, half-heartedly- that is a beautiful thing.