The Best Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I smash the liquor bottles against
The retirement homes,
Narcoleptic behind the regal palms;

And I love you,
And I swipe the hair back from my eye:
Each bang long and graying,
Gun metal blue like
Ripley’s Believe It Or Not
Museum up in Saint Augustine;

And I jerk off,
And my erection is quite enormous as I watch
It in the mirror of the one armed farmer
Whose liquor I steal,
I drink all up:

I have never met him,
And I have never met you in so many years,
But I bet you’re looking swell,
Babe,
And I buy you diamond bracelets which wouldn’t
Otherwise sell,

And I wish you both the best.