What I Mean Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All my life in Hell
With a wife I’ve never
Had,
Rolling boulders
Trying to create children out
Of clown fish:
When will I ever wake up,
When will I ever stop being
Raymond Carver.
Not tonight.
Tonight I still live
In the same sports
Utility vehicle,
Like a salty dog,
Like a sardine.
My father is a werewolf,
My mother is
A mermaid,
And you are my
Muse
And at least I love you,
Or at least you
Know what I mean.