This Song Of Romance Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Go f&ck yourself in mastiff peeks,
And long forgotten highways,
Or hide yourself well-exposed in bouquets
I will never buy you:
Flick out your cigarette alongside the rode of
Forget-me-nots or so many tulips if we
Are in the Netherlands,
Kick over the potted plants, smell of cheap
Fireworks and cheap friends;
And I am going my way high on blue bells,
All my veins are having hot flashes,
From liquor and lack of children-
The canal bows and winnows- It goes back to you
Again,
And all of your hinges and all of your blood are
Such amusement,
Such luscious, unrequited flood that I don’t know what
To do with myself,
But to remove the needle and then place it softly again
Over your soft vociferous lips and
Start this song of romance over once again.