The Noontimes Of Their Tomorrows Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Imperfection,
And then songs over the Christmases of
Rooftops:
Trying to look beautiful if you can,
While another day laments,
And the bums cough tears underneath
The overpass
Into a can,
As the unicorns dissolve,
As our currency decreases-
As the beasts make love far beneath
The roses
Of roses:
So far down,
Making the hummingbirds angels, while
All of their songs tend to dissolve:
Like the apertures of noontime- as your sisters
Count their own scars,
And you continue building your pyres to
Worship your landmines:
As the pictures dissolve in the most tender
Ways possible,
And then the sky floats across the sea,
Trying to light all of the open mouths of all of
The noontimes of their tomorrows.