Misspelling Vaccuum, Hypnotising Chickens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Marshaled into a resemblance of a plan,
Writing novels too thick and bulbous to understand-
Help me do twelve hours of manual labor;
Help me break my lease and misspell vaccuum.
Stare at me across the spitfire ballroom,
Ignoring my flaws, casting them into the dust with
Rattlesnakes and empty hotdog rappers in the
Baseball bleachers- drink slow gin fizz with me
In Oregon, let me feed and hold and hypnotize
Your favorite chicken,
Or leave me now cavalier and roller-skate to your
Dinner dates with better friends, tip glasses in the
Bright, flower bound garden where nothing is evil,
And there is no enmity or even garden snakes-
Go off to your careers and get rich,
And I will linger in the place where you’ve forgotten
Smelling your perfumes, committing them to memory
So that I could follow you anywhere I so wished,
But you shall never see me again.