Their Very Habitat Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Unkempt cars filled with nude women-
Now I walk barefooted across the empty shells to
Get to them,
Petroglyphs cutting my feet that are only five years
Old,
And escaping the sound cave of my parents making
Love:
Maybe I will finally get away from her to be
In those woods,
Warmed in the browned caesuras and nesting atop
The engines that are no longer any good,
Filled with my midnight of scars and ferris wheels,
Doing tricks underneath Saturn,
And the extravagances of the theatre,
Knowing only so many words to please me muse-
Knowing only this alphabet for her,
Until she spills, fainting from her acrobatics from
Her very household, and then they will remark about
How she has fallen,
And I will remove myself from their very habitat
And help her before she can metamorphosis,
Before I may again evaporate.