Still In Love Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pitiful desire for the retention of art;
It is better to do day labor,
And forget yourself like the other creatures,
And I do
So all day long the advertisements sale like banners
Off the road for hungry countries-
There are girls all up and down Military trail
And their species of their mildewy hunger;
And there are no mountains around here,
No beautiful girls.
I eat lunch with Romero- I eat what he eats and the
Airplanes go like marvels, like lugging superheros,
And it makes me so sad that I will never be
One of those things
To have stewardesses inside me walking back and forth
Down my spikenard aisle,
Serving me overpriced drinks, their eyes the lugs of
Painted sloughs,
Like engorged cunts beaten in rainy baseball games;
And then afterwards,
Of course, we move around like broken snakes,
Our tail ends making beautiful patterns under the sun,
And I don’t know anyone,
But I am still in love.