So Many Copper Presidents Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Even now the bodies burn with the deeper gentrifications
Of my new neighborhood:
Girls are looking gooder than good, as newer than new girls
Should:
Dark and saturnine girls skipping down the street and beside
Their hips’ sway the model cops model ships
Shooting of quips of bottle rockets very quickly:
And Erin was in the sky today:
Who did Erin kiss today, and what was her favorite color of
Car today: How did she move today? Did she even think of
How she moved North of Disney World,
When I am south of that sweetly mentioned catastrophe:
And I imagine how big gold fish can get:
The can get as big as Erin, as big as my venal muse:
They can devour entire cities worth of wishes, and then they can
Go down sleeping with their paled bellies fat off the
Heads of so many copper presidents.