To Be The King Of You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Rainbows of cowboys, and I wish to die easily
To overcome all of these overpasses:
All of these state colleges shining their time before the
Brow of professional deities,
As it seems to be calling to me right now as he comes
Right into you;
As he went away to Mexico, only to come back again
To give you another child, to come into your fronteras
By your rights blooming in the sweet passages of
Their wind tunnels,
And I guess now I don’t feel anything more than this,
And that I am quite undone waiting for the fun banks of
Unforgotten ghosts, and now:
And now all this: the savages overpasses to the new places
In the greenness that we land,
And he kisses your lips and he has all of you,
And all of the rest of this is an excuse, or at least it is an
Apology,
Alma, and the daylight comes, and lays low all of it spells,
As he has the rest of you, and as he gives you children,
Even while all of my bouts are all done,
And he proves again to be the king of you.