Unsubmissive Road Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pennies in the arcade of her eyes,
And anyways we made love and had an excuse:
Little child evacuated from her body,
Helped me move further away from the fortex
Of my venal love,
Truly:
And in the morning—morning and tenaments and
Roses:
Roses in jubilee and poems amidst the cars in
The highway
And islands carressing in The Keys
And poems that are lost at the hands to the lips
Of a madman—and little spaces left abandoned beside
The road—
While the usual spaces are bedded in remembrance,
But the night sleeps just as emptied beside the road—
And to you who cannot love me,
We are both abandoned in worship underneath
The torn canopy,
And the bull frogs and the faeries lie so open lipped
And opened throated
As the become like the woebegone heirlooms to
The vanishing key deer
Amidst the emptying playgrounds of another
Unsubmissive road.