The Facts Of The Others' Romances Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Somnambulence of dreams, of desperados in the Sahara
Mouthing off again,
And riding busses that appear to be close, but who are miles
And miles away;
The littlest and most beautiful flowers bloom:
Teak appears on the waves and then
Disappears,
Like children coming from between curtains and saying their
Acts:
And there are ships on the sea, like brides even though the sea
Is wounded,
And everything I’ve had to say has been imperfect,
While the jungles breed with diamonds
And new wives find jobs and lovers, while all of the time the
Waves roll like the chaos of wheels,
And the monsters win, but maybe we are all the monsters:
And Sharon is real: And Alma is real;
And I remember sleeping in the student parking lot instead
Of attending classes,
And I remember the emerald jubilee of the swings even while
The teachers were saying stuff,
And making believe with my peers the facts of the others’ romances
Which I could never bring myself to believe.