Poltergeist Yum Yum Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Taken down in a single slender
Comely dash,
I get back from the movies and I
Crash;
Yes, the sun is just yet coming up,
And putting its light on the green pines,
The coney pups-
It is a beautiful day in the world, spinning,
Spinning like a rubber duck in a bath of
Make-believe,
The little boys drive their trucks
In a sea of make-believe,
Diademed by the icy centaurs- they don’t
Even know what to feel-
They grab their guns to get a handle on the
Dizzing pinwheel, and gods shines down on them
In a Mandela of pretty resorts,
New tiny t-rexes grow up from the earth,
Right out from the center of grandmother’s
Grave,
And she’s still whispering, you need to shave,
You need to shave; yeah, but anyways,
The sky is spinning in its own insouciant enclaves,
And it doesn’t need to feel,
Or look down on the trailer parks of the tin metal
Surreal,
And that’s just fine with me: I’ll eat my microwave
Dinners by the false light of all her days-
I’ll love her- love her anyways.