To Continue Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In them houses stilted moon light unto
Which I’ve run away-
My father asking for money: money,
His horses stamping hoof prints in the clay:
As the sun lights
Up and turns around, a zoetrope.
A virtual nursery rhyme for the blind:
And I keep pressing my chest out, and
You keep promising- promising to come to
Me- you haven’t come, haven’t
You, while the sunlight is still out,
Or the moonlight is still out siphoning
Underneath her: and I have lovers- other
Lovers from you; so it is eventually
By them that I will have to siphon to
Continue: as it is by them, eventually as
Well, that I will finally have to take my
Cue.