The Cake Of My Next Birthday Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Droughts of dogs and lucky fish-
One or the other, and caged animals, people in
Cars,
Open-windowed feathers:
Muses are going to Tampa to get lucky and get
Laid by Sting Ray and
Barracuda:
In the trailer parks of stately wrecks,
When there hasn’t even been a hurricane for months
Or eclipses over
Fault lines of crashed to earth lovers of space
Who happened to just be the silence
Of hapless meteors;
And the sea steams for a little while,
And the televisions bleat their anorexic lights-
Then the daylight is over, the honeymoon of fights;
And Kelly is coming over,
Like baby’s breath effervescing in its bouquet,
And my only wish is to become beautiful enough for
Her,
And I am holding it in all the way to the cake of my
Next birthday.