The Pregnant Bellies Of Airplanes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All rightly quieting in the necessitude of bachelorism,
The pitched green follicles dancing in the merry weathers
Outside of
Uncommonly drunken bordellos emptied of dreams and
Mules,
Emptied but for the dancing of fingers striking the strange
Keys on the hollow amusement that
Fancies its loves,
Growing up brown in the household of another man,
Quarrelling but making love; and outside, the chickens hypnotized,
Clucking up to stars and the pregnant bellies of airplanes
Who are going this way and that,
Shirking their duties and floating commendably like captain less
Paramours:
Shopping through the cloud banks, like the very same sensations
Of toads chirruping through the aloe
In the rainstorm outside the carport where my goddess lives.