Old And Copper Men Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I will give you another head start—
And then I will right away start hitting the bottle—
As you yourself begin propositioning some other genie—
We will see who gets through with it first—
And who gets kicked out of the mall—
And I will get so drunk that I will never again have to remember
Why it is that you go back home every night to him—
And in the morning, the stewardesses will touch down—
And they will be selling the sacrament or giving it away for
Next to nothing—while, over their shoulders,
The sky will bloom a new nebula—
And you will wait it all out, to see what the result is:
Another white dwarf or a black hole—
And you will be free of all gravity that you will virtually run
Through the backyards of time, kissing and falling in love
With the boys that you see even as they turn into
The graveyards of old and copper men.