Knighted By Her Cool Everything Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Marriage of twins,
Procession of venal stars:
I tell you what- It can go on forever,
The leaping vegetation of
Cold freezers-
The housewives always in stages of undress,
Smelling like the day glow perfumes of
Completely annual department stores;
I don’t know exactly where and when,
But their life is the light jazz that they
Don’t even mind,
And they always seem open to suggestions,
And in need of a little help and encouragement,
And a smiling look into their serene but
Timid eyes;
And I don’t think a single one of them could be
Named like -: She is too dark and wonderful
Than any one of them I’ve seen,
While they sleep and dream all together in houses
Streaming and softly attributing to the
The atmospheres swishing underpower-lines,
You could strike out across unnamed hills
And start such wonderful countries
By -: That’s a promise, not a lie:
Why would I be lie when I am a good man,
And all I need is for her to give me a good son,
And we’d strike out right away
And be the first father son team to leave this solar
System anyway,
With a girl of a wonderful country on our mind,
We’d sleep all day in the indigo shadow of the broken
Down school bus outside of art class
While she breathed her dreams out of life into clay,
And we wouldn’t have to sweat the little things
Anymore, the petty wives, the day glow thugs in
Sun dresses,
We wouldn’t even hear them trying to decide anymore,
Shadowed coolly as we were,
Knighted by her cool everything.