Pinwheels Circumnavigating The Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Featurette of butterflies across the canal-
Or in the effervescing playgrounds where
My parents left me-
To piss my pants, as my very first sister
Cried for me:
Not very far from where my vanishing muse
Lives now,
Just like an extinguishing candle on her
Birthday,
Just as she will die for him a thousand times
As the serpent strikes up at the
Sky- unlucky-
And I will vanish, myself chasing my muse
Around the rock garden my parents
Never proceeded to have corrected:
Alma- Alma- isn’t this your last song,
And what do you know of Mexico now, anyways-
While I’ve just tried to love you like a vanishing
Thought through the poisonous midway
That sees me out dying in the graveyard
Over which all of the airplanes fly and the
The bicycles vanish-
As I’ve loved you into the rest stops of all of
These skeletons, perfuming their favorite graveyards-
In the bones of their particular amusements-
Blooming, as the alligator yawns,
But never grows young, as all of my old muses
Faint for themselves in the make-believe confections
Over the migrations of their earliest
Sororities- so the day sweats off its fireworks of
Its sweetest confections-
And pinwheels circumnavigate the earth over
The cherished neighborhoods where, like plum trees,
The memories of your buttery lips
Still seem to perplex the heavenly furrows soldiering
My lost friends again into the earth.