Towards The Childhoods Of Delusions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dancing towards the childhoods of delusions,
The moth becomes in love with the
Flames,
Just as the midnights fall in love with the cadavers,
As the sunlight obsesses with the rains—
And didn't I see you at the football game, playing
The flute, your skin as brown as honey,
Your mind as undone as rum—
And you were laughing and blowing kisses
To the boys in the skies—
Each one of a pilot of your adolescence's goodbyes—
Words that escaped me and their heavens
Languished in your eyes,
As my memories ran around the fields for
Other girls—until I returned home and remembered
My wife—and the passions that lay narcoleptic
Behind the houses where we spend our lives—
The avenues of rivers that keep turning toward
The seas—
The memories of angels of your adolescent truancies
Shooting like fireworks on up into skies.