The Lactates Of The Realm Poem by Robert Rorabeck

See how I’ve dressed up
All in cumulonimbus and the yellow busses
Passing beneath me
Like hummingbirds with lipstick of tourists:
When the want to come up her
Skirts—
I dream of a pretty rainforest:
The world in a teardropp like a store,
On my shoulders twin reindeer making a pass
At their own lovers:
Beneath them, the soft willows beside the stream,
And my retinue gladly gathering
In a meeting of the lactates of the realm.