Over The Silent, Rain Drenched Fences In Hidden Pastures I Think I'Ve Never Seen Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What do you want from me
When you tell me I’m all alone
And that I’ve been drinking—
And the mermaid/barmaids are all loose down
By the river laughing at my ideas
For novels about them and their mothers;
The great tits which sag from so much
Lustrous s*cks,
And the beauty is a Siamese rainbow
Leaping through the sky,
And the trailer parks hustle,
And there are so many things to sell
And drift through the silent sounds,
Better boys than me with so many
Tattoos and ways about it
With their tawny hands gripping the skiffs;
And so soon I should be back in school,
Learning the threnodies of their Catholocisms,
And I am on my second beer,
And today was a slow day,
And my father will soon be losing his house
To his so many enemies;
And she has great eyes and a secret intelligence
And four astounding legs which go leaping
Over the silent, rain drenched fences
In hidden pastures I think I’ve never seen.