In My Adolescent Centerfold Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In My Adolescent Centerfold



I’m listening to your songs,
And drinking my rum:
I am afraid of every man’s death:
I’m afraid of grandpa,
And I’m afraid I can’t spell-
And that’s why I’m listening to this pulp
Espionage,
Surprised that I made it so far through college;
Not surprised that I ended up play on the
Green crop circles of the carpet
Again,
Folding paper into airplanes,
Fire-bombing He-Man-
All day long while the ants are in a rut.
DH Lawrence is fornicating with the lady-
Grey spiders up across the white cotton
Pillars,
And I have friends passed out in the grass;
And I have a craving for bat mitten and cricket;
And I am the king of England,
And I have soldered mermaids tucked in my pocket-
Tomorrow, I have Latin class,
But I only go to see your comely eyes staring back
At me across the hemispheres of
Easy lighting;
And when I get up I should follow you out into the
Fire-emergency esplanade;
Or go to the musseled grotto to sell advertisements,
To smoke with my friends-
I named my Cherry red Oldsmobile Jodie,
But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have feelings for you,
Or undressed you naked and laid out with
Your list of favorite amusements and
Video games
Fully spread in my adolescent centerfold.

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