Every Day Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All day long I clean white shoe polished tables,
The sky is that naked equus on a stage of white washed
Blue:
I think of Disney World and the hidden cormorants busted
Wing in the rich and eerie foliage:
I would love to spend a life in equally dark spend thrift
In the dark of that wonderland,
Repeating all the papier-mâché vaudeville sweltering over
The plutonic love of silver-fish conquistadors
And their extinguished teal headdressed mates:
And I think that’s what I’m doing, anyways- down from
The ski-lift of the sparkling sun- Because I have an erection,
And I am holding your hand even if you aren’t yet on my
Planet: I will come down eventually- elliptical but wild,
The ice centaurs shooting pell-mell across the frosty void
Like poky little puppies who dig holes underneath the fences
To go home early when the silver triangle rings for
Tapioca pudding- And everything is slightly off kilter,
And certainly at fault- one side of my face is always better,
So I shook keep that side directed toward your fancy as
We lounge and fart like love birds to the big headed animal
Parade- take our shirts off and swimming into crepuscule
In the utterly killed waters where Peter Pan always smiles,
And the crocodile it always ticking even though he shouldn’t
Be afraid to die.