Of Course Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Disprove me to the traffic
Of lonely mystified occults;
I just want to disappear from the dinner
Party and go up her beautiful
Pathless backside;
I don’t want to entertain with the brides
Of beautiful car salesmen:
Ii suppose you’d say her spine has the right
Of way,
Slipping, or undulating actually like the
Ripples of bannered shade:
I have seen you here underneath the comely
Skirts,
Hibernating with the outdoors bears,
Or I have made you here, slipping into the
Rhythms of my feral divorce;
Quietly, ejaculating into the shadows of
The mouths of volcanic rock,
Long since cooled,
While the day drapes in further tresses,
The clouds like floating mailboxes;
And I have loved you here forever,
Forever, my heart leaping like the stride’s
Of a godly horse,
That I should have to cry your name
Hoarse: Well, I say it even now,
Of course, S-, of course.