To Ever Remember Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sleep in a tomb of rum, in sticky fingers,
In days off.
I can hear my mother gossiping in the bathroom,
Her father isn’t doing very good,
But who cares.
There should just be amusement parks and
Girls named Sharon,
And every day should be free, the sky as blue
As petticoats without fear of Indians;
And conquistadors should always be burnished silver,
Whipping like swashbuckling flags around their
Epileptic cross;
And now I will force you to with an over abundance of
Conjunctions,
And all the money I’ve saved: I’ve saved so much
Money,
Sharon that I could pay for your escape, or I could become
More beautiful.
Outfitted as your superhero on a boat with an outboard motor,
I could steal right up to those mountains,
I could float on the seas of crustaceans who had died;
I could pay for better words that might make you
Care to remember how I once looked, and made you walk across
Class once to sit with me and pretend how you really
Feel now,
That it might not hurt your feelings at all to ever remember who
I might be,
Or who I am.