Entire Planet Of Venal Wildflowers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Jingoistic prisons- I love you in suave deserts,
I misspell you and undress you and wait for you to
Emerge with the drowned golfers from
The alligators beds- gurgling your putrescent snows:
And if I happen to always get you mostly wrong,
Be kind to me on the rack- Make the pleasure last
For the loneliness is grander that the Sahara desert:
Let her taste her wines up there, gurgling in a swooning
Hillside of opalescent rubrum,
Let her ride her stellar tortoises in wild abandon,
And give me new cruxes to be a thief under the nocturnal
High-school scars, the ghostly corsages of prom:
And let the entire country pullulate like an antonymous worm
Twined with all of the dead king’s men like
Christmas ornaments in balmy July in trailer parks and
Tennis courts and little white lies-
Let the fireworks be duds like impotent penmanship,
And the roofs cave in- or the entire carnival turn off amidst
Gyrations over the sticky sweet pine trees,
Let the joggers undress and be undone- let hot air and weather
Balloons despair and grow envious of commercial airliners
Because of their heathenish long legged stewardesses;
Isn’t it like Mars, the things I say- dealt with and now certainly
Obsolete- and a swing set some how got there and never
Experienced the oxygen of her jubilee’s anatomy,
And thusly the Grand Canyon is an ant lion crevice a place too
Infinitesimal for dye cast cars to die when put up against
That delinquent fathomless, her body’s sweet residue
The eerie squeezes of an entire planet of venal wildflowers.