Dysfunctional Conquistador Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Waylaid by a prom queen denouement,
The sky is green or the sky is amber:
Or I am just hung-over.
High school is only halfway finished, but I
Have no business finishing it-
Relegate me, delineate me to any sort of
Truancy. Beat me into the quiet insouciant sound
Of middle-class homogony:
There where the housewives live,
Those gunsmiths who take only the most professional
Sort of lovers;
Bivouac me near the sea or near the mountains,
Position me as you would your play-dough lover:
Say you want me and you want no other.
Strike me dead with a kiss,
What eternal bliss- Check my pulse to make sure I
Can’t recover. Kick some dirt where I no longer
Hurt- and the cars pass by in their eternal metallic slather-
Then go off and homestead the other;
It is what I am good for- dysfunctional conquistador.
Just say you want me and you want no other….