The Calling Of The Untamed Road Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink cheap grape soda- eat
Buttered toast with molasses, dream of you;
Its been a long time since I recognized anything,
Caught up in the circulating amusement rides:
They are so much fun,
And all my lines are just the reckless drizzle,
Confection that wasn’t forecasted;
And the cars move back and forth with the
Shadows, courting or some kind of love,
And my future leans on like tilting windmills
Off to one corner of the stockyards.
I would like to say your name and put you into
Rhyme schemes; I would like to visit you,
But there aren’t too many good excused;
To taste your wine, to buy a whole box to show off,
And the night just proceeds without any succinct
Music,
The dogs snuffling the yard, reciprocating with the
Coyotes. The airplanes leap like frogs,
And somehow the young mermaids have drifted and
Become lost in the canals-
They will have to be gathered up, and their pearls
Extracted, gifts for you; but look into my eyes, and see
The meanings of my lost vanguards- Look long enough
And we will wake up next to one another,
And remain that way as long as your wishes drown out
The calling of the untamed road.