Like The Airplane In The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Entwined into the mausoleums of a soul,
We have no yellow yesterday,
There is just a movie theatre where the skeletons
Stand,
Clapping chalk for the substitute of the teacher,
And time runs backwards from the shell fish:
I remember so many amusements
Once the mouths of mailboxes were closed—
Sticking elbows to the starfish
Into the estuaries of the busied moon:
This is just how it had to be finished—
Words on the edge of a hotel
Falling into the streams of a musical cartoon:
Mickey Mouse wanting to wear the
Antlers of the house—
Calling from stage left: his handlers wanting him
To daydream through so many busied hoops of
Fire—
While they were loving one another—
Elbow to elbow,
And after a few seconds the bottle rockets
Died—it just so happened that they disappeared forever
On the other side of the canal
Like children kidnapped into a bouquet of happenstance
While the alligators watched them,
Farting roses—just like the airplane in the sky.