Savage Movie Theatre Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And I replace you now
While I sleep with my dog and drink all of my
Liquor—while I sleep with prostitutes before
I can sleep with my wife—
As the rose that should nod on my belly just
Like a cabbage sold at the
Produce market as the flea market attracts
A butterfly—while until there is another
Word for you calling across the echoes
Of your high school's classrooms,
Until there pretends to be another joy in the
Sport and we wait until tomorrow for the time
When it is lost—
And the echoes spring like cigarettes of
Waterfalls from the anonymous lips that don't
Have to be here anymore—while something
Strikes out from the jungle that isn't so unusual
And shows its eyes before a few people
And their parked cars behind them—
Until there is nothing and nothing—
But another delusion and a savage movie theatre
That doesn't have to pretend to understand.