Still Keeps A Beating Heart All Night For Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sorely scarred and alone- Sorely scarred,
With my dogs- The mountain a somnolent tomb,
And repeating this skullduggery, knowing no science,
But practicing insouciant witchcraft by
Waving around better poets’ spikenard:
I keep doing this,
I keep doing this so sorely scarred and alone-
Far past the time when there are no more school buses,
When all the pretty and worthwhile girls have taken
Hyphened last names and sugar-daddies or
Time traveled back the 1920s
Or are strange UFOs in Gainesville, FL serving liquor-
Saint Nicholas knows,
That I come with the paper snows and the first prints of
Morning-
Doing this, garlanding my soul, waiting to be picked up
And pressed to the bosom of a pretty soul,
Later to be discarded- I just want one of two things,
And only one of those is pretty and still keeps a beating heart
All night for me….