The Amnesias That We Can'T Even Remember Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Boats are drunken every night,
Through the water spits of winos, and you and your
Best friends are in your piss stained skivvies
Playing video games
Over the chalky cenotaphs of conquistadors:
As all of the frightened pennants fly
Advertising over the haughty caps of whatever new suburbia
You now live in;
While you don’t even exist, but in the love letters that don’t
Mean anything to me anymore:
You don’t even exist over the shoulders of South Carolina:
And all of the little boys have grown up,
Or been kidnapped down into the primordial living rooms of
Alligators:
While it feels alright to kiss Alma’s flesh, and light off
Bottle rockets while I am alone on the beach,
And the waves aren’t even answering:
And the planes come like unreturning trumpets, like the
Last wishes of her Aztec ancestors,
Like amphibian comets reminding ourselves of how we
Will return,
Sacrifices for the holidays celebrated in the bright rooms
Where all of the inhabitants suffer from the amnesias
That we cant even remember.