Once He Decided To Self Publish Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Natural voices into quietude,
The busses rushing home into crepuscule,
The bullies waiting for me with dumb bats,
And vampires floating like kindergarteners f*cking
In the air:
Kids get drunk to look like they’re in charge,
Lions yawn and then fornicate inside the electric fence.
I suppose that once Sharon thought to love me,
While she was coming up for air,
But when she finally tasted the rind of this green
Amusement,
Maybe she had another taste in her mouth,
Like another man’s child in her womb.
Controlled by giant robots disturbed out of sleep
And busting up the sky,
We let the comets in through the sun-lights in the Florida
Room to floating like presumptuous butterflies around
The plastic fire-trucks:
I told Erin I was celibate this entire time,
While Tesla operated on his sweet experiments above tree
Line;
But I am not anymore, and her eyes won’t look at me
Through the keyholes of little bears,
And Tesla has found away to conduct electricity through the
Tuffs of snow.
And Mickey Mouse is a dear old gentleman we all congratulated
Once he decided to self publish.