The Sunlit Ballrooms Of Your Continously Poisonous Honeymoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Typical Judas with flowers in your hair,
Place foolish gold over my wounds
And drive away.
You have such a well-suited husband,
And I’m busy on the cross,
The lions are crossing the yard and its time
To get the kids ready to school.
Are you prepared for that,
The easy murder of filigreed mythology;
I bet you are; and they’ve taken me down
Near the lake, and given me a rest before
They start repeating the same old stuff.
The neighborhood looks so strange;
Even the butterflies are from foreign countries,
And my mother is off at the video store
Perusing new leading men, and nothing stays the same:
It is so easy to fall in love with pictures of your
Father, if you are going that way.
Having broken the crystal underneath a steady
Foot, and forgotten to use it to cut my wrists,
Leaving me to drown, I bet you are,
And the new names you use like limitless credit
Cards, another proud patriot of the easier
Neighborhoods. Scar less, of course,
Even if the world cherishes your tags;
Its only the soft and perishable amusement.
My dogs will go anyway that I go, and its so easy
To disappear skipping on trains like stones
Across the sound- All I need is the limitless pain,
The jobs I keep secure knowing there will always
Be a payment and travel by foot away
From where you are consciously breathing,
Your body only lacking those things you forget to wear-
You look beautiful: in the names of your lover you
Almost drown,
I am too lazy to resurrect myself in another town
Utterly far away from the sunlit ballrooms of your
Continuously poisonous honeymoons.