Fried Chicken, Long Life, And Valentines Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Floating for a weekend- a heart on anesthesia,
And fingers numbed
To the identity of the theft of their owner’s
Heart:
Strange relationships ignited by gasoline
And trips to the
Supermarket- and daylight proceeds over
The dreary carnival
Where men have the shadows of monsters
Tattooed to the busy thefts
Of time-
And I drive around in my car watch airplanes
Leaving through the sadness:
They roar like lions leaping over
Monuments,
And they go away over the museums
As I spend my money unwisely wanting a companion
To come from the waves
From the direction the angels have fled:
To emerge from the reefs of stolen bicycles and
To touch my scars
And to carry with her fried chicken, long life,
And valentines- and to give me all of these things
Without asking for any reward.