Infatuated Atoms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Leap over to me and ask me my name,
And I will point into the sunlit sky like a barbershop
And humph:
Because that is all you should know about me,
And the game you are beginning is dangerous,
Long and tiresome- Bachelors know like
Homer cast upon the green humping bluffs,
Waiting for his mother to return with a sack of Burger King:
What better joy can be found than in the motioning motionless:
Yes, sex, but that is a ploy:
Roller coasters are the same but dismissive, abstaining,
Silly masturbations, conjoining the sky and earth like they
Were getting paid to do a video:
I am scarred, and the day is long and not very real:
People who do well are not very real, more like heirlooms,
Sales pitches, donkeys in a minefield of windmills, old soul....
This is the better game, the camaraderie of plastic sheriffs
And papier-mâché injuns- We can have fun at war,
But no one need to get killed eventually:
Certainly, there is a form in church, like a snake sleeping in
The grassy sun: Oh joy to be unwound, spooled like the tasseled
Wind in the pines above the abrasive traffics and
Ghost towns of the crocodileteared starlits in plastic bodice:
The sea is always waiting, playing rhyming games, biting its
Lip, and you can go into her and swim all day, but don’t
Get too close to the little thing waving her bum in the shower
On the concrete abutment at the crest of the dunes,
Because that is how the old things die and new things come
Into growth, where coral snakes lie coiled in the form of her
Seemingly innocent thighs: mortgages, and arguments,
And cocaine, and mindful infidelities, when still the crickets
Serenade the lucky people of the lonely sport: So, if you
Come to me wanting to straddle behind the kneecap of my blue-jeans,
That is okay for a moment or two, until mother is finished dicing
The strawberries, but then we must go into our own separate corners
In the house with no furniture, and question of the consequences
Of our needful actions, and the motions we seem to go through,
Spinning around each other like infatuated atoms.