Thoroughly Anonymously Enamored Over You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There’s a black cat in the woods who leaves
Me whenever I am going,
And a man in the woods I have never seen,
But I am not looking for him anymore:
I am looking for a kind publisher- I am looking to
Find a great bottle big enough for an entire armada
Of sailboats and help letters:
But mostly I am altruistic, fermented and drunk:
I could never be as beautiful as you ever wanted me to
Be:
In fact now, I am all gone: Like the little boy told me today,
I’ll have to be human for Halloween,
But like you, I’ll love his mother anyways, and I’ll
Listen to songs which remind me of the forgotten holiday of
You virgin streams, of our common high school hallways,
Of the water fountains where I saw you shivering as you
Cleaned your Siamese feathers,
Your song bird wings: and now you are up above the earth,
In the amusement parks of fine ether-
There are glacier pools about you, or they are just your eyes
Staring on to nothing;
Perhaps if they think of me, they imagine that I am as beautiful
As I would like to be,
But I am not, Sharon- but I am true,
And I will spend my entire like passed out in the red hibiscus
Thoroughly anonymously enamored over you.