Just About Any Man Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I never have to sing about the future
Anymore:
Retreating underneath the parapets of the carport as it
Rains down indistinguishable roads
That they have all paid,
That the kidnappers have washed away from- and they have
Swept up
The pornography too- and my Aunt Mierna
Hoping that I buy a warm blanket to keep me happy underneath
A witch’s well:
But I never get so far as to have to pickup a hitchhiking
Navajo anymore:
I just buy more gold for Alma, as she needs an operation that
Will not heal;
As the fire hydrants wait like lapping dogs for another catastrophe,
While the fireworks and airplanes burn up on the hill
And then I lose myself:
I lose myself anyways, looking across the supernatural
Estuaries and back to her,
Giving her all of my wishes that will never sell;
And lusting after her as I stand next to the water fountain
And her eyes return up at a safe distance, frolicking and as jubilance
As if I was for her just about any man.