Poised To Fall Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I get the shakes,
And my parents run down the hill,
And the world is fully doused now by the
Emolliating sun,
And I have novels inside of me that
Will never live,
Beyond the suburban precognizant,
In those little heady rooms where the televisions
Are whispering voicelessly,
And imaginary housewives pirouette while
The morning enraptures them in their white-comb
Beams;
And soon I will be moving away to become
A better no one,
And I will still be further away from her,
And my scars will matriculate with me, the savage
Blue places where my innocent loneliness thrives;
And I loved her,
And I took her in my car and we parked under the
Reciprocating amusements and tongued to the sea;
But now everything is moving down the hill,
And my parents are getting married again,
And the otters preach to little children through
The glass at the zoo,
And the world burns like a valentine caught in
A tragic misfiring beneath the autumn monuments
Poised to fall.