Rum And Liquor Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Made of daydreams of silent preponderance,
I drink rum—and liquor,
Eat soup, and then contemplate drinking more
Rum,
Even though I will have to go to school tomorrow—
I read a few poems—look at the girls grown
Up who once might have worn roller-skates—
And know that in the sky is the great and silent void—
A referee waiting for all of us to become winners
Or losers—I came make love for an hour-
I gave my old muse multiple orgasms and yet
I can still not write a sensible poem—
And the daylight lingers over the junkyards of pornography
Just as it always does—and my wife will be sailing here
In five days with little couch-bicycle in her belly—
And the churches sell to us the promises that everything
Will have to be alright, but I will have to lie my head down
To sleep once again thinking of you.