Pillaging Airplanes For Stewardesses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Upping the revelations-
Cypress trees who are like my sisters getting out
Of their bath of everglades;
They call up to their sisters, stewardesses
Leaping in airplanes after their john does:
Diademed with
Red echinopsis and katydids- their nipples
Bristle- like banshees all
Around Disney World,
While the alligators wait forever- they’ve been
Doing the same thing forever,
As the panthers keep eyeing the key-deer,
And the tourists drive through the smoke and
Ash- soon, they will be home
And emptying their refrigerators: but I will
Be here, keeping time out of
Doors-
And once my beanstalk grows, I will climb it
Up to you,
And I will sleep on your roof, and I will stand
Eye to eye with helicopters-
And when I want to come down, I will use
My roman candles as flairs against
Your windows,
Insisting in my holidays, that you let me
Into your bedroom to make love while the giant
Is out pillaging airplanes for stewardesses.