Treats Of Lips Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Architectures so near their water fountains—
Sometimes mirages—treats of lips—
Filling up the hallway—the greatest inventions of
Mankind containing them—
Echoing of heartbeats and school books
Shifted against lacy vests—
So they go to classes and daydream,
And the grownup world forgets about them
During their hours of captivity—
A zoo the teachers feed or are eaten—but
Time goes by and the janitors clean the yards,
And grasshoppers look up through the
Vermillion sunbeams
Concrete slabs holding up the electronic
Tresses become the lighthouses for an ethereal
Heavens, and I write this when I get
Home and feed rum to my heart—
And think about anything to write, like the place
Where I work and the girls who live there.