Like Roller Rinks Of Enamored Lighthouses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like Roller Rinks Of Enamored Lighthouses



Think of true love
And try a few lines.
I know you are only in
Kindergarten,
But you are still old enough
To live:
While outside the cops’
Lights go flashing like blue pigs,
But even they are quited and
Out in the sticks:
Male and female cops making love,
Passing limb through limb
While the homeless people and
The bad people easily get away
On bicycles;
And even now the sea is calling over
To you; it is her who send the clouds
As fare marksmen over the playground
Where you swing,
And she is building up.
When she finally inhales it will be a long
Draft,
And she will want you in her,
And the tide will go out, and even though
You are very young you should go,
Taking your time barefooted to get there
With the homeless men and thieves
On bicycles
Or barefoot and alone
While the cops are making love,
Their lights flashing like blue pigs that seem
To beckon deeper to the trees,
Like roller rinks of enamored lighthouses.

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