In The Doldrums Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When the stewardesses are into the sky again,
What time will it be?
And when will they ever be coming home again,
Like mothers and grandmothers
Finally remembering me,
When I am already lost down in the bosoms of
The sand dunes
Where the panthers are talking'
The unicorns are whispering to the mermaids
Gossiping over what the billboards are advertising'
The stagecraft of clairvoyance'
The children become lost from the school again,
Like ripe fruit gallivanting down from the armpits of
The tree'
Trying to bloom their burry citrus near the lips of
The cypress trees,
Where the werewolves are snoring
And the angels are purring'and the sun is like a
Drowsing commercial in the doldrums of late night t.v.