Understand Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sharon- I don’t have much,
Considering what you’ve destroyed through cheap drink
And the false smiles of our pre-socratics:
Pastels and paunches in the rooms I can
Smell you in:
Yes, I am defeated and you are victorious
With nothing else on but some roller-skates,
But isn’t it enough:
I am fully famished, and about ready to move up
From this Satanic university,
Floating up like this in my Satanic University.
Nothing better than this,
Nothing ungodly, thoroughly enmeshed,
Haven’t you called me- haven’t you called me,
So many times,
With your blue eyes so combative,
Almost really undone,
Almost really all that and all my newest scars
Pealing like a submarine,
AND we arent at war and you are good enough to be
Another state,
Sharon,
I am inebriate, but I am leaping, leaping:
And I will spend all of my liquor all at once underneath you
God-gorgeous lips if you lay me, Sharon.
I will sell myself toward you underneath the beaten rhapsodies of
That young sun who is yet beating and epileptic underneath for your
Jaw-bone love,
Epileptic and truant for you while even diving underneath the higher
Divinations of an untruthful atmosphere my more
Intrepid jumpsuits have already led me to understood,
Sharon:
And this is all I am,
Caught up and dying in the Allegany gut-shots of proms and sideways
In buckskin suede you could possibly
Apple mouthed in your own milky taught patriotisms
Running out of gas
Couldn’t yet understand….. Understand, Sharon….
Understand?