The Ancient Planet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She had her dream
And fell to it,
Like a kite she took to it,
And before I could pull out,
Her sea pulled back
And left me,
Before I could pull out
Of my driveway,
Mortgaged and broke,
She left me,
Harpooned-
My lungs continued the
Exhale passed noon
And all the men dead from
The gunfight
As her lights turned red
And shifted distant:
She took off to the city-
To the
West-
For the new work
And the new boys,
Their sex in strange ribbons
Laid secretly over her skin;
I climbed atop the house
And tried to smell her
On the wind,
But the rains rolled
Like new flesh- rolled in,
And the world was a
New wet bitch climbing over
Another man,
The morning like a field
Of beautiful weeds
Feeding horses, was green
And multitudinous-
She made love to her favorite
Actors
Cloaked in the darkness
Of the theatre, the haloed
Space making them into
Teenage gods,
And drove against her
Hard and stiff between the
Greedy thighs, the
Ancient planet,
I fell asleep in a lawn chair
Above her vacated rafters,
The land descended,
The sea stretched pale,
Stopped breathing and lay
Across her bed waiting
For a man into her life,
A forgotten relative,
Who would not come.