Painful Friendship Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A queen ant in the core of a mortal apple,
And spoiled morals,
Picked up and tied and bosomed enraptured
On the diving board:
The cormorants are heady from the Jupiter
Dump and all those dumb
Mickey Mouse Billboards:
And, hey there, I said, I had a friend
And her birthday is in October, the grasses bend
For the grinning lawnmower:
I told her I had a friend, of a very quiet and
Bashful species:
She laughed, her blue eyes were death rays with
Mascara- she celebrated the winning team;
They mined diamonds and whistled and congratulated
Upon favorable comparisons;
And when she overheated I unhooked her bra
And we went fishing, and I used it to do the dishes,
Or I taught her of Peter Pan and Pinocchio,
Two better representations of the truant she thought
I should be: Then my friend leaping over the
Irrigations:
Then my friend waving with the blue gills,
Or waiting under red berries and mistletoe,
Lips like a line of custard;
With beer and bowling alleys and dreams of
Almost plutonic kisses of my friend: I thought the
Lions were yawning; I thought that the herons were
Waving, and roman candles saluting;
But they were all in their eager, comely waves just
Like that sun asking inside the school bus,
Trying to steal my friend away from me-
And they did:
And the sun took her out over the clouds, just like
The reddled bull took my innocent sister away from me,
And I forgot who I was, but it was still undoubtedly painful.