In Kind Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Hibiscus and words,
And tracks of land all around Disney World:
Like, like fat bumble bees too fat to pollinate
And around the knees
Of flowers.
We play musical chairs twenty-four hours,
And I want, and
I need,
But my vocabulary is a slim volume,
And this is why I don’t succeed,
And piss and stain plastic something chairs;
And your hair is golden,
And your hair is green, but like a garden full of
Conjunctions,
Like pet cemeteries or very homeless men,
And I guess I just want to breed and sling my
Slang,
And rot your flesh right off of you like the kiss of
A boomslang
Where the country is wide and gorgeous
And you can bring all of your children down the rosy
Mouth of the canyon to watch the river roaring
With my name,
And you can stretch your child’s hand out to let her
Pet my wild mane,
If, and only if, my undying love, you might kindly,
Oh so kindly, allow me to do the same,
In kind.