Of So Many Tv Shows Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There is a science up in the air given over to
Juvenility and lunch trucks—
As beautiful girls are given to their men,
Like the sacrifices at the ends of their dusty roads:
Sometimes individuals amongst them will fall
In love once or twice
But it is never pleasant
And none amongst us will ever have to read about
It—
These words now are the scars I have developed
Sleeping alone in my wife’s parents’ bed in
Shanghai, China—
While there are not enough feet amongst the mountains
And the camels go without water
As the cars go without gasoline,
But I only know so many words—
And it is a shame,
That not a single soul in the world loves me
The way I once loved a muse or two—
Now you can find me,
The King Kong,
The Godzilla of the perpetually anonymous zoo—
Fretting for no one,
Ready to destroy cities,
Learning how to love his infant son in place of
A muse, while the blind stars shine down
Across all of the voluptuous gossips of so many
TV shows.