The Very Unearthliness Of The Unquestionable Air Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Invisibility lactates from the tit of
Your soul,
And I will get drunk every night and walk to
The fruit market for these poems,
For these words I use in place
Of nothing else to describe your utter beauty;
If tonight is a funhouse, if it is your birthday,
I can get in my car and shoot up the
Throat of Disney World
And I will live forever:
I can make it to the darkest of Africas with no
Better muses loving me,
And I will survive for an awfully long time,
Because the day after tomorrow will be the weekend,
And I will have time off to think of you
And the shapes you take like a heirloom still cooling
From its younger soul;
And if that is all there is to know about you,
It will still take some time to comprehend, for
It seems you are still falling through the sky before me,
And I am enamored by the quickness by which
You disturb the very unearthliness of the unquestionable air.