Into A Poem Dedicated To Satan Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cheeks lie scarred with roses in the clouds—
The apaches are approaching with intentions of
First rate abductions,
And I remember the wishing wells of your malls—
Where I could fall down forever
And you would remain in love with my best
Friend—
And when the daylight curled over,
It saw its own reflection in the music box of
A carousel,
And it could never find an absolute desire to
Touch the earth—
The beautiful harem remained in their grotto,
As my mother electrocuted herself in
The carport—beautiful illusions all of them,
Swallowing up the daydreams after midnight
Until they were all shut into a poem dedicated
To Satan
And words became a sacrifice whose
Heart was utterly—
Absolutely abandoned.