The Saddened And Pointless Road Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Break in the forest: you can see the stars:
The deer are looking up
Anyways, and ignoring the dryads in their
Sorority of caracoles and bars:
Laying nude throughout the glade, Diana’s
Sisters just hoping to get
Paid:
And naiads in a sea not far away from here:
And furies up in the sky of roller rinks
Underneath the china plates of a very delicate
But appropriate design;
And the waterfalls beside the zeppelin that
Is about ready to cross the yard and lie down
And go to sleep underneath the mailbox
In amidst the hydrangeas and the sleepy
Eyed puppies who’d been kissing the water moccasins’
Full lips all day, but now are finally ready
To concede,
As the hills grow greenly feral across the shells
That bight into the skin of the saddened
And pointless road.