The Only One Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am wounded,
And I am scarred:
between classes, I crawl to the
Ocean,
But end up with my wants shelled
Beneath hijacked cars:
And I hide all day when it rains:
When it rains I especially love
You,
And I want to die, but I don’t
Know the way:
Oh, if I could only be so talented,
S-,
S-,
The pet and master of this séance,
Would that I had never meant you,
Or that you had so haplessly persuaded me upon
Your bicycle of skeletons:
You only wanted to love me for so long,
S-,
But look what you’ve done:
The sea is so far away from me,
S-,
And you are married,
And the monsters have sacked me and brought
Me beneath your mountain where you
No longer care about me,
S-,
But where they still race cars for fun:
And I will never forget you,
S-,
But the buzzards are like custard guns,
Especially in the winter where everything
Flips over weeping,
Like dragons giving their weaknesses away.
Why do they do that for you,
S-?
It must be because they love you,
S-, and they want to give you all the gold they’ve
Been hording,
And they want to share their magic rings
With you,
S-,
Because at the end of the long journey,
Don’t you know,
Sharon, that it turns out you are the
Only one.