More Than Enough Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I now have so many pearls as to feel the rind of
The table,
And you know all about me: That I have a tattoo I got in
Spain,
And the bed is sprung like a trap laid for better men;
But by April 29th I will have a house all paid.2 miles from
The lagoon I drenched in on Easter,
And then called her name like a drenched coyote all the way
Up to the hallucinatory heavens of airplanes
And helicopters;
And I have then jogged and been ridden back and forth again
To the store;
And I have howled out my pains like a fox in a story book,
Wanting its muzzle to suckle on the tits of those grapes,
As it were an ape and all of this was a cartoon;
But, really all it wanted was more liquor, and today or yesterday
Was Easter, or someday soon I will find the woman who loves
Me, and she will fit perfectly, or I will buy her and make her fit:
And this is just it,
And she is my muse, all bruised and pugilistic; and the night continued
On, airconditioned and twenty thousand feet across the sweltering lawn:
And the women in their high heels had nothing to prove,
Because they also had their captains who were fast and fleet,
And they continued on over the veneer of so many mountains,
Who sprung like the pointy tips of fountains,
Until we were all famished, like a box of pearlescent fables,
Waiting with our mouths hungry until she sure enough
Gave us more than enough of something to eat.