Not Disney World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This is not Disney World- This is something better:
This is nothing that the tourists read: this is my homeless fitt,
Finally coming around to third base and then on to home:
These are my wishes making love to Alma:
These are how I make love to her, and call her out when she is
Not at home,
While she has been so conditioned by the starshine and by their
Chrome;
And this is my fairytale meant to persuade my queen to put away
The greenness of her cannons,
And to remember all that I might mean, while the turtles are making
Love into the strange calligraphy of seashells,
While the airplanes are leaving their ex-lovers and going off to
Explore the rhythms of newly unexpected folklores:
This is my burning house for her- Alma, this is
My everlasting wish for you- In your beauty is capture all of
Woebegone Mexico swimming upside down:
The virgin of Guadalupe swings her amusements upon your neck,
And the airplanes and the hurricanes roar,
While I am only good for recording the sincerity for my feelings for
Your lush and un supposing sounds,
While your extended family sleeps next to you, and I am left to crawl
Nearer the sea,
And to take her lips to mind, which is and always is a poor supplicate
To drowning into you.