The New Accidents Of These Tourisms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Filled with scars and their positions
I am afraid of taking off my shirt in front of company,
And the evening turns over moaning in laps for other men:
I wanted to give her oral pleasure tonight, but she wasn’t home:
She was out learning to sacrifice for the always busy sea:
So I made love to another woman; it is what I am always doing,
While the townhouses depreciate and Erin finds out she is
Finally a new bride
While moon blushes over our shoulders reading also to make love
To the new accidents of these tourisms;
And the housewives surrender and go back inside.