Venal Flytrap Of Enamored Miracles Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’d rather love you than watch baseball,
Or play pac-man,
Or even read Baudelaire, and even he is all about
Getting off on your balmy autumn hair:
I’d rather sign ships into bottles for you than
Run for track;
And kiss you, messing up the rubrum underneath
The bleachers than
Watch that tawny quarterback-
But look at how swiftly you’ve moved on-
It hasn’t even been a universal hour, and you’ve
Already laid upon your back for
That new John,
Like a lazy doe, like a windless flag:
I want to blow smoke up your as$- why is that
So dang bad:
I’d rather sit out with you and peel the world, and
Listen to the new kitchens hatching from boa constrictor
Eggs in Spain,
Than take one step further into the clinging void
Of things that don’t need to be said:
Because I love you: without you I’d just be the softly
Humming dead,
Spinning away my hours in a song-less fugue-
With you, I can while away the hours decomposing in a
Venus Fly Trap of enamored miracles.