Nerves At The Bottom Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Nerves at the bottom while the blind men felt their
Castles—and the feral cats pretended to know
So many poets—and the world was struck out
Like baseball into its séances—
And the pleasantries of movie theatres and baseball
Diamonds were washed out—
And the schemes that you happened to have didn't
Come true forever—but they discovered a planet
That just floated—as the young man gets a
Tattoo of his mother on his forearm—
And the better part of the world has to swear that
She will live forever—franchises of drive in movie theatres—
And the night is the void of a kite that is stolen—
And this place is a poem like a scar of a highway told to
The lights of a primordial juggler—
And then they are in the shadows or wherever -
And the albino alligator pretends to live there for ever—
And, yes—and, yes—it just so happens that he
Does live there forever.