One More Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Frightened saw horses birthed from
Acorns,
And I don’t know which way to go.
Considering my face,
There is only one option for me,
But I still want to buy medicine and
Photographs
From the middle aged Japanese woman
Behind the counter-
I want to lay with her in dark rooms that
Smell like cherry lozenges,
That help to remind her of the cherry blossoms
That bloom around the singular tit of
Mount Fuji:
I want to eat her apples and plant her pits,
Like friends in cool green gardens
Arranged by serpents;
And the night is a wicked thing of it own
Accord,
A car of silence,
It is making me sleep alone again,
While Pedro has a boner in the bunk bed,
But at least I am free, scarred and crooked haloed
And nodding as the snake passes over like ribbon
In a stream umpteen times,
Trying not to think of you,
Just trying to get away with this without dying
One more time.