Unicorns Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It rained today:
In the afternoon- I thought
Of suicide most of it,
But now I’m drunk,
Half naked, and dealing with it:
I found out today
Who you’re with,
How to tie a noose,
The problems with race relations
In America:
I wonder if the sky is new everyday,
Virgin,
Always complex and expecting;
I wonder if you even care:
Its Friday after all,
And you tend bar-
I am not erudite, I can’t even spell
The word:
That is why I’m moving to Saint Louis,
And not New York City:
That is why I have to find
A job, before I die.
Before I die,
I have to tell you the truth:
My brother in law is quite better
Looking than me:
That is how he got my sister,
A doctor,
But he is looking for a job too,
And ugly boys are better at giving deserving
Girls, like you, their tongue,
Round-about, roller-coaster, washing
And drying,
And there are pictures of girls I know
Visiting Africa,
And places I suppose I’ve been in another
Life,
A time or two:
And fairy-tales I’ve chased you in,
I’ve smelled you on your way
To grandmother’s,
And taken you off the side of the path
Where you shouldn’t have been:
I’ve eaten what you had in your
Basket,
And seen what you keep red cloaked,
And shown to you unicorns,
Unicorns….
Unicorns.