The Insatiable Mouth Of An Undefeatable Giant Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They have houses, and look at them storm;
When night falls, it is perfect to come home to, while outside the
Lions roar: made up cages for the night,
And I find her coming around again, spilling the painful tendrils over
My dreams:
My exposed dictionary like a class of useless cars in an apple orchard
That has forgotten how to keep its pornography:
And at the end of each paragraph a lake, beautiful enough for endless ladies
To sleep in
That I go down to and wonder upon the nectars regressed there;
And if my muse is standing on the other side, or if the inconsequential
Lights of the constantly migratory carnival have caught the attentions of
Her sweet brown body- and the soul again of my Alma,
Pulling her away like a carriage with horses
Of a desire that
I can only fixate on, as my night tumbles into the insatiable mouth of
An undefeatable giant who is forever ruining my fairytale.