The Wonderfully Awesome Skies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And now this all is a tongue who’s just been starving:
And anyways I don’t care;
While if the whales had much less bellies, they would be leaping:
Like mailman at their rare and common song,
Like sommeliers at their keeping of the daycares of the petulance
Of song:
And I haven’t so readily been tasting meat, while I have been out inside
The forest of a thousand feet of sleepless sleep:
And now I am here, and all of the way gone: while all of the day gone,
It has been reading,
And calling out of the coos of anyone spilling their way:
As all of the housewives away sleepy eyed of their yokes, while all of my
Day has been young, and gone and gone:
Speaking for themselves like growling cars: mewling, and mewling said
Atop of the hot kitchens of their hooves:
And anyways I don’t care;
While if the whales had much less bellies, they would be leaping:
Like mailmen at their rare and common songm
Like sommeliers at their keeping of the daycares of the petulance
Of some:
And I haven’t so readily been tasting meat, while I have been out inside
The forest of a thousand feet of sleepless sleep;
And now I am here, and all of the way gone; while all of the day gonem
It has been reading,
And calling out of the coos of anyone spilling their way:
As all of the housewives away sleepy eyed of their yokes, while all of my day has been young, and gone and gone:
Speaking for themselves like growling cars: mewling, and mewling said
Atop of the hot kitchens of their hooves:
And anyways they are all right here: and here they are all here right
Now speaking for their wives, and speaking of their sorrows:
And I’ve been waiting for you, anyhow:
And in all of this land of plenty, and in all of this land, anyhow,
Calling through the venisons through the young colors of their
Young country: and I just want to spell, while all of your colors
Are all smelted and I am made unreal anyways: while I am just
The colors of your sea: coloring their deseased through their
Friendly skies: and this isn’t even gentle, anyways; this is just
Anyways, dying, speaking for themselves through the kitchens of whatever
It was anyways, speaking, speaking anyways:
Lying slantwise through the better ways of the often often awful
Beautifully freed freedom of the wonderfully awesome skies.