Metamorphosing Birthday Cake Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And we sell ribbons
And we sell heather,
And you look so beautiful that
I just want to look at you again
And I want to finish myself off the way
I just finished this bottle
Into a housewife, into her venal sister:
And what I really mean to say is that
I really love you;
I really love you- -, housewife,
Mother:
I want you to become my landlord,
And I want to sleep like a ba$tard Mexican
Drunken into your shadow,
Tired of the razor blade
Just like the shadow;
And that I really love you and want to paint
My epitaph
Just like your wino fingernails,
While you go crimping your orchards
All day, dusting for apple snails,
And I really love you;
And if I don’t, why f%ck airplanes,
Because I love no other,
As the traffic quiets into the unreal batter
Of a beautiful, and the finishing destination of an otherwise
Metamorphosing birthday cake….