Kissing Your Tadpoles In Their Yet Awakened Amusements Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink rum- I drink rum so
I won’t die tonight;
And do you read me- do you read me
As I drink rum:
There are psalms in those mountains.
And incredible storms like
Entire clutches of rattlesnakes,
Even when it’s too high for poison:
\Take your dress off,
So I can smell your perfume:
You are the best aphrodisiac-
You are a real lady, wearing nothing, just
Your conviction,
And the psalms of some dusty angels
Diadem your ear-lopes,
World-renowned,
I know you- I’ve heard you screaming in
Your bedroom,
Because I want to live across the street from
You,
Sometimes with your husband,
And sometimes alone:
My girl betrayed me: She was no good,
Well, she was good,
But for another man:
And I need to a warm place to keep from being
Alone,
Because I am not beautiful enough to do it alone-
Drunk now, who the f-*! is PJ Harvey:
I know who Carl Sagan is; Say, do you know who
Carl Sagan is? Oops, I almost made a mess,
Almost tipped over my soul:
Say, do you know what I do for you- I mean,
I sleep with my dogs, our four legged souls sniff and leap
Together; and I am not Shakespeare,
But I still don’t want to die;
I would like to cool like cooling glass on your window
Sill:
I would like to sit and lie there for you: Do you understand,
Me and my four legged friends would
Like to join your menagerie underneath the mountain:
We would like to rest there underneath your
Husband and child,
Purple tongued, hobo-shoed wresting for a while,
Like truants, like druids,
If you would let us, to kiss your lips softly for awhile
While he was away,
And then, imbibing what we could,
Loping on down through the forest, one eared,
Without any paths any longer,
With you long in our minds, because our tails or wagging
This way:
And you are famous and with child,
And we will never forget you no matter where we go
Snuffling along our pine-coned ways.