Than That Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I love you and I just want to be
Near you before I die,
As I give up and flutter to the stinking worms.
I know you cant ever love me:
I am not your amusement, your parkland, estuary,
Of consequent geyser;
But I just want to rest under your shadow like a pink
Tombstone:
I just want to know your math before my last
Breath,
Before I give up and burnish the ghastly stones
Of my forbearers,
My green army men and all that gas the neighbors
Have been gossiping about,
Sharon- that’s all I want to do. I don’t know what
Happened. I am a good man, but I have never been
Able to give up on a woman, as
They just get better and better and more higher up,
As they are taking away more of my breath
And ever constant exertions,
S- I love E- like a plague of locusts,
But she didn’t return, she didn’t circulate underneath the
Chandeliers of my easy parasols:
I want to be loved by someone I love,
As the grapes glow like holy vestibules, like prayers
Of light bulbs to the blue and milky moon
Who suppose she can be every color to every man,
And just doesn’t care anymore than that.