The Influences Of The Deities Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Motivations swaying in the purple abyss-
While the leviathans gather their
Breath to blow out a birthday wish
Across the mobiles of the first sounds and into
The evacuations of the school children:
They cross the planes of their love,
Pretending that they will grow up forever,
Kissing the red dirt of baseball diamonds
And becoming their own utopias:
Or they become as if a song already mentioned
To the careless angels who are just serving
Overpriced drinks between the wings of airplanes
Anyways-
Circling once again through the circus of the
Sky-
Daredevils of the earth, maybe I’ve never mentioned,
As the tide surceases,
Leaving the anemones naked, but barely vermilion
Beneath the woman in the cliff of stones:
And we salute her, drinking sangria
And growing up in the thrusts of Spain-
Pretending that it will take forever, sleeping in bunk beds,
As various boys give your sisters hickies,
And then the greater and the lesser planets are given
Over the influences of the deities I will luckily never
Have to know.