Vast Prairies Of Sleepwalking Thieves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Everyday budding routines of envy-
I shouldn’t be doing this, but its like I’m
In a spell- The cartoon housewives have turned
Their backs to me. They let me finish off
The last of my week’s rum without
Entertainment, but their house is spotless,
So how can I complain- I want to hear the
Enchanted ululations of China Forbes fill up my
Delusions- To lean back on this snow white
Divan, and imagine the great ivies crenellating
Steps in the rain where high heels are echoing
Quickly, pressing books to her chest,
A girl who never looks up until she’s married,
But I keep seeing her down that steep row
Perhaps following the regal promises of some red
Jove, pipe to teeth and an entire fortune to back him
Up- It wasn’t hard to infect my amnesias,
To entertainment me with half involved women,
While I puzzle the inner states in yellow gloves-
Their sugar cookies, oldest daughters reading cheap
Romance by the pool- these patterns I keep saying,
Over and over as we wait together for great white
Salesmen to cross over, show us the catalogue of
Bibles pressed open like moths returned to the vast
Prairies of sleepwalking thieves.