The Lips Of Infinite Jest Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I told you I loved you,
But that was a teal lie.

Now lower your guns,
And reach for the sky.

Because naked we’re born
And naked we’ll die.



I’ll undress you like
Stealing silk scarves from your bones.

Its been a long time coming,
But its time to go home.



Let your eyes kind of swoon to the side,
On this yellow mote, an elevator,
Which we’ll both ride up the sky.


The sun is the thing which will
Burn all the pain.

At the top floor above even rain,
There a suite with both yours and my name;

I’ll take off your clothes and put an
End to the thing;



Because naked we’re born
And naked we’ll die.


Anytime now you’re going to know why.

The end of the song is the best sort of rest,
Flying like birds over coffins,
The lips of infinite jest.