The Disney World That Is Open All The Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Going to the ladies of the night, giving to them
The things I have said,
Driving straight without spirits to douse my wick like
An arrow in the buckets of paint for tattoos;
And the age old saying is that I am wounded,
But I’ve have done my part in stealing this land,
And entering the zoo of houses of Palm Beach when the
Masters are off cavorting;
And there are talking rabbits in the everglades, and harmless
Snakes:
And these girls work indoors right under the open bellies of
All those airplanes;
And I’ve been drinking, but it is hardly ever enough:
They’ve widened the road straight up to the door,
The one when they open they are always gleaming, Like dreams
Taken and strung out like careless laundry made more
Beautiful in the extemporaneous morning; and would that
I knew better words for beautiful,
But it’s just that I’ve been drinking; and I am done with college,
And yet when haven’t I seen your face, E-, or that you cared
To mind:
Who are you making love to, but look at these girls.
They are the Disney World that is open all the time.