The Abandoned Amusement Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The scoundrel should pay that off for you.
He gave you that perfect teethed smile,
His alibi,
And then left you in the dreary parking lot
Of superhero mice,
And spiraled down like one of those
Airplanes which lost in the sky,
The communism of bad dream;
Now, the open spaces like a bricked wall,
The growling lights attracting the moth people,
And the moon the mouth of the well.
Standing there in the chilly mortgage,
You soon realized that you had never loved him;
But you don’t cry out,
As he comes around again and apologizes,
Takes you away through the secret passage;
Holds your hand like precious ribbon and bone,
Kisses one three hundredth of you,
But you never lived in his room again,
Though your eyes refer to it at dinner,
And soon you had slipped away into a warmer marriage.