Daydream Beside A River With A Unicorn Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Daydream beside a river with a unicorn
Of narcolepsy drowsing as even to fall amidst the blue gills
Open-mouthed and snoring:
And even if this is just a water-coloring just like
The other things that we tend to do to
Survive in the middle of our days through and through
High school—forgive me if my heartbeat gets too loud
And begins to thunder beneath the clouds of these
Thoughts of you—improper pronoun in an improper church—
They don't even have stained glass windows to look out
Upon the bus loop—or to filigree the light that passes over
The new scars of my cheeks—and I am not a used
Car salesman—the sunlight echoes outside as it can—
Until each cottonpicking strata gets magnified—
And in a drunken lurch, I can call for you across the baseball
Diamonds and the apple orchards that do not
Exist—and even though other and better words do exist
For you so many times, and you are kissing another boy
Opened mouthed whilst I am getting beaten up
For another time in the locker room—
Maybe I will see you out again in those woebegone yards—
And you will look across me without seeing that I traverse a
Dungeon for you in my heart.