Never Of This World To Begin With Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What nights in Diana’s truck I’d
Spend sleeping like a needless roach
In the ice next to her bottled
Breast milk:
Now that her daughter has grown up,
Like a funny daisy,
First learning how to project a bicycle
Like a blushing rocket,
And then learning to swim, and finally
To walk:
Then the boys would come out of doors,
After finishing with their badges,
And they would wear the golden skins of
Bears,
And chains of incredulous sharks teeth.
We would encircle her in our pantheism,
But I would be the only one she
Wanted to be with,
Because I am no longer drunk, but if you
Look into the sky
You can see an entire playground evaporating,
First made from her offspring.
Now that they are off to college and summer
Sports,
There is no longer a need for water parks,
And thus they go into thoughts.
I am the only one who can tell Diana any of this,
In her truck of silver diamonds,
And so she comes to me when her rounds are over,
And the other boys fat like lizards off of black
Guava the flies circle and caracole.
Then the airplanes stick to the funny parts of blue
Sky,
As we stick to each other, two weeks of a lifetime
Of weak minded thoughts,
Which are all I have to give to her and her spills of
Light ochre tresses,
Because I know not what I do,
Nor who I might grow up to be:
I just want Diana underneath the sky
Of things that are not only no longer real,
Were never of this world to begin with.