Like Beautiful Serpents Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I have a blond and you have a blond,
And my house is clean and it has two bicycles outside
Laying in the zoetrope of dancing moonlight
And something else that cannot possible be seen:
While my father if figuring out horses in another world
Of ghost sheets,
And the salient plans of the uncountable bodies that no longer
Move,
While the momentum just keeps pushing us on the swings,
And the eyes widen engorging like beautiful serpents
Something insatiable and hungry for us to learn.