Happenstances Of An Unreal World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I could have given you a pleasurable existence
Through all of these words,
While I’ve continued diving underneath all of
The broken school busses
And paper airplanes- I could have shown you things
You should have never seen,
Instead of all of these banquets in twilight,
As you were coming down
And changing your clothes- my first muse, while
I was still a virgin underneath the helium balloons of
The hollow throats
While all of the rest of the high school was play football
And they could never speculate on these
Estranging gifts- maybe I will run away again,
In order for you to become another muse,
Underneath the bleachers of Colorado or the spotlights of
The Catholic church,
Maybe I will save new promises for our broken family
While the frogs are singing light hearted
To the teddy bears of the chameleons who are always changing
Color: there they are, and there is their school spirit
Wherever it was- my mother is showing me,
As the clams open, revealing their infinite pearls,
As the airplanes spiral as if mobiles through the heavens,
As the trailer parks curl their pretty bangs through the
Happenstances of an unreal world.