Ride The Rhyme Forever Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Her stars weren’t filled in:
When she kissed me, it was during nap time.
I had a fist full of woolly carpet
And orange diodes for wishing:
She loved my best friend better,
But he was a redneck,
And I knew where she lived,
But I can’t remember her last name;
Ain’t it funny how the time plays,
Like catastrophic floods-
All the faces in the coloring books:
Super heroes of mice and men,
And little dogs who eat their porridge;
Scribbling fairytales of all the wrong colors:
Goldilocks unafraid in the woods,
And the rabbits who escaped their hutch,
Made it out alive and colonized the
Sand-dunes veined with fossilized conquistadors,
For two years breeding in the
The papal flecks which made the sailing
Lights gleam, like fine actors in the wild
And the mauve runoff of the junked cars
In the Australian pines filled with pornography.
Of course, I am not saying it right,
Though there were naked women
In human-sized hotdog buns,
And Chelsea was the first thing I loved;
I suppose, but now that place is filled with
Mexicans, out of work and panhandling at Home Depots:
They are red like maize and chili,
And I know some of their names,
But not where she lives anymore:
They paved those roads way back when
A fieldtrip in kindergarten to the Flagler Art Museum:
Naked women in bowls of gelatin,
And the never ending sea like an amusement
Ride:
You put a quarter in the meter,
And you can ride the rhyme forever....