Spittooned Cabinet Of Aquatic Junk And Roe Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I died for you,
And the sea came over, and whispered, burnished,
That I had lied for you,
And I don’t wear jewelry- and I just want a kiss
From something that isn’t the forest and
Sky,
Something mammalian and quite real on roller-skates
And tinfoil.
Wear Florida holly and ask me to commit to lactating
Suicide:
I will put my gray head in the lions mouth and show
You a soda-pop decapitation;
I will show you how to assassinate crocodiles and pythons
Belly fat on rabbits and house cats;
And I will somnambulate for you for awhile,
If we both don’t own bicycles, because they are better
Stuff and can take us both the blue sand dunes
At a quicker rotation;
And we can learn science and expose the pearly opulence
Of your thighs skirted geometry: Or, if you don’t like
The days vocabulary of foreplay, punch me in the eye
And give me matching pare- make me darkly beautiful,
Mask me for the ball, cheat me for Christmas and tie me to
The tracks under the tannenbaum- just don’t go out with other
Boys, don’t even smile for other boys; or at least don’t
Show me the evidence- and now I am hungry-
If you say you love me, look me straight in the eye and give me
All the attention of your indisputable horoscope,
And I will send you flowers again, and spit blood and swear
And feed my flesh to your litter- but I must go now,
Because the cops are coming, bleeding colors and sounds;
I didn’t want to mention that I am a wanted man,
Hoping that you would prove it first- Now I have to
Run, but it will be quite easy, now that I know your secrets,
Because I am a clever boy and
I have this gun.