Kisses Upon The Mouth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If it wasn't a rose, then tell my why the stars don't shine—
Pictures of beautiful men in a blind classroom-
And heavens that don't let out until the catastrophes of
A classroom are done—
The night bloomed jasmine while you held my hand
For a moment,
But I am almost done speaking while the
Tourists climb the mountain—
Even if it is a pitiful joy, you have come so far—
After all of the catastrophes have fallen down into
The pit, there will be the beautiful answers above the
Stars—and in the monuments of the heavens we don't
Even have to believe any more- with the contraptions
Falling down—kisses upon the mouth of the
Albino crocodile and no one left alive who has to
Believe in me anymore.