Save Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Unreasonably, I am lost again
And I am drunk—
I try to look you up on-line,
But your name can be spelled so many
Different ways,
And you are always changing residence,
As if you were a goddess of her ancient sorority
Not wishing to be found by mortal men—
You transform so many times it is so
Very hard to classify you, except that
I can say you are most certainly beautiful,
Especially when I am here alone
Trying to find you, when the cheap rum
Runs in me like cold rivers of transforming liquor,
You have the eyes that I am called to,
You have the figure that transforms men—
As you are the one thing I can recall,
It is better to write you in this way
Than to spill blood from my wrists into your bathtub,
As I have done before…. So many times;
I can only say futile, again, I love you
Or I have never loved at all, and I have seen
Your name sung by greater poets in the lasting
Embers of their rhyming schemes….
You are out there in the cold true night,
Laid out for the eyes of humanity,
But here alone I can see you more clearly than any
Of those, and I call to you now like a drowning victim,
To see me for whom I really am
And to save me….