Things That No One Will Ever Think To Endeavor To Be Disproved Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What have I to say to you that will hold you still:
That will captivate you right there like a stamp quivering to my love
Letter:
Alma, Alma: all of this all is right here for you:
All of my soul is pressed like a crazy butterfly to your name,
And I cannot move;
And you called me a great man today, but it was only because your English
Is so bad and you didn’t want to tell me that you loved me:
And you languish beside the pools with your sister;
And she are you are like twins,
Like silent pools languishing to the side of the river, and yet you are
So indescribably deeper:
And the fireworks mouth off over the forest;
And maybe we will conquer America together, underneath the underbelly
Of airplanes:
Oh teach me how, Alma: kiss my mouth, and live together with me:
Alma,
It doesn’t matter: I just want to swing my weapons: I just want to steal
For you,
And fill your mouth with sweet lies who have no shelf life
That no one besides you or I shall ever read,
Which makes us as safe and wonderful as the deepest esotericisms of the
Finest things that no one will ever think to endeavor to be disproved.