The Comatose Heavens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your house looks like a daydream of simple structures:
In fact, I remember vomiting in the wishing wells of
Your mall—fouling up all of your establishing compliments
Kitty-corner to the bookstore
Where I bought all of the pulp fiction, and waited
For the pet fish to fall in love with the heavens:
And you grew up—and grew up to emerge to love the
World—a cheerleader in love with football—
A metamorphosis of the carport and echinopsis—
Don't you ever wonder of the everyday beauty of the landscaping
Just outside of your door—Privileged youth
Everyday beauty and commonly named princess: your future
A spotlight upon the comatose heavens—and the otters
Swim and swim, making a luxurious delight for the feral boys
Who are utterly outside your realm of chances.