And Anyways Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There are—are castles from
The finger-tits of the mountains—and while
I am not here anymore,
While then you don't have to believe in anymore of
My idioms:
In fact you don't need another home anymore:
While I am pretty sure that you will
Be doing all right—
Fed by the aphrodisiacs of narcoleptic housewives
And the stewardesses who don't live here
Anymore—
But then you are here, anyways—lost to transgressions
Of the vagabond teenagers:
While I have been telling them everything that I have
Tried to teach them, even though
I am almost lost anyways:
Then there is a new kite—a new kite in the shallows
Of egrets and herons and blue herons—
Like bobcats made to serve the carrion out beside the
Busied south Floridian
Highways of anyways—and just because
As if you didn't know—as if the billboards couldn't advertise—
We serve this Disney World—anyways—
As all of the beauty of the butterflies go to touch down
Dying upon the sugary pastures of the forlorn housewives
From all of Mexico—and any—and anyways…..