The Pistoning Engines Of Each And All Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Close your mouth and take me,
If you care to take me,
As you care, when your shift is over
At the ice-cream parlor,
And you are just another one of those
Pretty girls your hair in a pony tail
Watching the phony entrepreneurs awakening from
Their otherwise trailer parks:
Take me in your mouth in the apex of Ferris Wheels,
And swallow me with the spur,
As the sparrows fly,
Over the midway,
Halfway to the sky; if that is what you do,
I can win you teddy bear;
I’ll be that confection imbibed, the yeast of your
Lips pie,
Something you always thought yourself too clean for your
Husband to do:
Then shush, shush on our way down,
Letting me spoon your Indian hair back across your
Brow smooth as a liar,
To take you quietly home to your green children
On a luscious planet where everything is mowed
And you can hold his hand
Bent kneed in prayer,
Keeping your silent superstitions deep your throat
I’ve spelunker- Only you would know
The power of our oriental fruits
When all the light bulbs blushed from the modern
Revelations
Humming like the very same throats or the pistoning
Engines of each and all airplanes.