Like Kindergarteners Holding Hands Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Up- and upping the arrow-
Gutteral throats in
The Adam’s Apple:
I think of Vachel Lindsay and I want to
Get hard ons and play video games
Once again for
Zelda-
The arms of heaven in the orchard:
Your sweet lips cast out to sea:
And how many bottles has it taken to find you-
So many action sequences in the deep
Pornographies of the forest
Trying to rub
Out geniis-
While Huck and Jim take on so many aliases
Floating down the Mississippi
Past so many fast
Food joints- and the churches of
Rattlesnakes-
Until, back again in your blue eyes,
The cascades of sinks and faucets-
And, inevitably,
The breathless orchards of the royal nonesuch-
Like kindergarteners holding hands
On another fieldtrip that they cannot possibly remember.