The Rainbow's Excretions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And then in the rainbow's excretions- -
The metamorphosis of another hero.
Go and see where he is going—
Probably to wrestle some primordial alligator
Far on the other side of the city—
As the cars flood away from his good side
Like the evaporations of far too many angels—
Even as you are invited in, I suppose it is well
Before he gave up
And the snows melted all to the snarling laughter
Of our feral adversaries—
And then, it just so happened, to be a dream
That could not be awakened—
And slumbered on—narcolepsy over the
Architectures of the ribald highways
While my mother grew older—
And the sun slid across the earth like the
Slew of a snake that was undressing itself
To look pretty for the daydream of another
Marriage.