The Smiling Alligator Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My grammar would be better today if
I hadn't started out from so far away
Listening for the canoes of your ethereal gazes—
And followed the trails of your perfumes to where
They fell away in the parks of unnoticed truancies
Underneath the stars—
And I left off the place where I could never
Manage to belong,
And somehow failed to mention how I got here—
In this sad, sad place,
Like in an apartment without any wife—
And just the long days making love to themselves
Without any electricity—the pigs eating themselves
In the sun—the elephant running from the mice
Toward the direction of the smiling alligator.