Plush And Soft Kingdoms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Suddenly my cliffs arise with the necessity for
Breaking the sound barriers,
While the cars park and stare, and the wine I have
Been drinking is from the deserts of Spain,
And filled with tannins, but I don’t care:
When I am done drinking I will light out of my house,
Light out of here,
And I will jog straight across the intercostals of her bridges
Where the rich men continue to endear,
And I will think of you, Alma, while I look up at the soft
Underbellies of airplanes,
Who continue their leaping, who seem to be so unreal:
They seem to be leaping right over the walls of Christmas,
Which might as well be your favorite holiday,
Because you told me today- and decided as well that the
Tiger was your favorite of all the animals in their
Plush and soft kingdoms.