Figuring That I Have Everything Down Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now you get out into this night; and you don’t
Wonder, you just go, go, go:
I think you have graduated- I think you are even more
Beautiful than I have eyes for:
Maybe you are even my mother, but I am not thinking about
You,
Or hurrying to get along with a quest for you:
There’s a whole waiting list for that, and your species of blue
Eyes and bangs:
No, I’m just drinking liquor with my feet up thinking about
You; maybe I am even singing, but I am no good at it,
Licking my lips to the sport of grizzly bears and obnoxious
Strong me who are possibly just your lovers;
And you have them all conquered, and they are just defeated
In a valley where there is no bashfulness, where nothing
Ever falls down into, and that is why there is no pleasure;
Or, you know, that is why I have won,
Because I haven’t had to go a step out into the naughty weather
To touch you: I have you right here, spinning in the moan
Of gypsies, and you cannot get away,
Because you don’t want to, figuring that I have everything
Down which could be worth anything to you.