Just One More Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They just go on and one,
Don’t they- and they can start up in
Anyway,
Like pulling the choke string on a kite
Or lawnmower:
And once they get going then it’s like a poor
Catholic renaissance,
Unprotected, unbroken, parroting with crackers
And cheese,
But they really are so much love:
Love like the top layer of a cake which is
Symbolic for the sea, for the bolero-
For Ave Maria- for nectarines:
There are no three strike rules, no prison sentences,
When no lips spell out, no eyes perceive:
This is the tree in the forest no one hears,
This is just the last one falling before the lonely night
At bed:
I loved a few girls from high school- I loved a few
Girls,
And now I sleep in an old green Chevy beside a canal
In North Riviera Beach-
I trick for you- Erin- I trick for you: Erin:
I am yours and if you really want to love just one man upon
This Earth,
You don’t have to read the Palm Beach Post to know that
Man can be yours with just one word:
Erin Elizabeth Adamson- if you are tired of bullrings and
Batting cages,
This is just one more to tell you- I have healthy lungs
And a clean cadaver, and time is short- but with you it would
Live forever;
And you don’t care: Who are you with goblet stolen from
The pervasive dragon stuck in your nose:
Who are you but a paremedic trucking for other men,
Fine you men who like to play ball:
You are beautiful now, but you are beautiful forever-
And you don’t care or hear me fall,
Because I am on my knees
And this is just one more.