Fun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Give me the functionality of bob-cats,
Mariposa,
And I will turn around like a ballet for you,
Under the bright lights of the goddesses
All in the art classes,
Or Latin,
Filling up the streets all night long for two
Weeks
With their milky love: their eyes as salient and
Lasting as the teal caesuras, you know,
Like humping tennis courts;
They felt me up like a tender orange from across
The room:
They candied their apples and sugared their
Breads,
And the sky foamed with their perfumed heads
Before they went away:
Upstate upriver, and I followed after them like some
Loyal, beaten dog,
But it was already too late: Erin already had a boyfriend
In her bed,
Sharon was long gone,
And the rest-stop bathrooms were pitiful-
The flatulent alligators smelled like dead cats, and now
I am too afraid to go into a house of mirrors,
To perceive myself in different gravities rolling around,
Filibustering; keeping the time that has
Already passed away,
And it is no longer any fun.