Each Famishing Word Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A languishing perception of the classrooms holds over,
Like rain trying surmount the stained glass of a church in between
Where I worked and the bar where
You served beer- Now all of my words are echoes—
They are unforgivable—
Each one a freak brought to represent another fear:
My wife is in the shower while I write these things
Underneath a lamp underneath the
Cabbage palms—
Where am I going, as the night treks out,
Each wave a hypnotism for sea-horses and jelly-fish,
And each famishing word a stain upon my soul
That was supposed to be immortal.