Something Ephemeral Or Surreal Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Something Ephemeral Or Surreal



You got lucky until they drugged you
Like a goldfish horribly fed
By preternatural angels- and they sang and
Sang while the lions opened
Their mouth
Letting loose the feral heavens over
All of the thrift stores,
Releasing cartoons and the beautiful ornaments
Until all of the orphans had to go to sleep
Across the beaches of Miami,
And you were so far transplanted
That the angels hang from their tender hooks
Like the gold I bought for you
Hanging from your neck, as you sweated and
Made love underneath your husband
And for awhile-
Even though I wished to tell your sister I loved her,
As our high school became all but haunted,
And I had to set out again,
Believing that I could become, forever,
Something ephemeral or surreal.

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