The Drooling Honeymoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Jumping through your shoulders
While I was fighting through your daydreams:
Until someone strangled the moon so
There was midnight and puppets
Dancing,
And I didn’t love you,
But the rivers still ran until they
Flooded—tear-eyed,
And then the night was made of itself,
But it wasn’t my problem:
I had been to the top of the mountain,
And the midnight yet ran like yoke in her
Eyelashes—it was the same way with highways,
Running down her like mascara,
And there wasn’t much left of the rest of
The country, but I still love America—
And the way she fought on without me,
Until the hallways of her high schools were
Healthily buttoned in her illusions,
And I struggled in the waves
Laying down with the monuments,
Until I decided that it was almost over—
And I bought her roses on her birthday
And I said the pledge of allegiance
Over the drooling honeymoons of
Her blindingly stupefied waterfalls.