God Calypso Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am god calypso:
When at night and I’ve had too much light coffee,
Got a molar that has come in sideways like an
Insubordinate ship,
And the most accessible sliver of my lips is beginning
To bleed,
I have so many irreligious thoughts, as the
Boy sings to me, “don’t let the sun go down
On your greviance, ”.... I understand you are part
Of the new band’s harem, and cheetahs leap like
Suntanning students at the communal pool,
Where I saw you once outside of Burger King, and you
Seemed too happy to see me, as you do with most
Anyboy- I was getting a Krispy Kream chubby,
But you got off on your bus and sped away like a
Cocaine heirloom- When the kitty cats where having
Sex on the 2nd story of my first studio apartment in
Gainesville, which was a yellow submarine, which was
Cliché, and I was sure that I would marry the weeping girl
On the dirty rug, as the lesbians swam naked like
Paraplegic mermaids in the ephemeral wealth of the
Chlorine glistering, not far from where I got a cheap
Traffic ticket, and just across the street from the anonymous
And overgrown turnabout, where I got drunk with my
Manager, Kevin.... So drunk I lost my Christian name,
And went back to her forgetting how to walk:
At night, when she is gone, and you are to careless to be
Forgiven, in my diminutive seasons,
And soon fireworks and paycheck,
Mobiles that swim for infants in wicker baskets on the
Reptilian Nile, and homosexuals stroking in the park where
I’ve been to the Renaissance Festival and was questioned
For jogging too close to after dark,
Where my mother took flight lessons, and Palm Beach
Community College, and Mary;
In that night, and down the street from your breasts in
Their filmy bras whose colors I can only imagine (
And I do) I am god calypso,
And this is how I sing.