Velvet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You made fun of me in the parks after
Midnight,
Until I wished that I wasn’t home,
And ended up accidentally killing the
Dragon in the carport in a
Monsoon,
And the sky flashed like the inside of
A shell or a c%nt,
And my friends came up and ate the
Apples you were meaning to
Save for your
Bridal shower:
And you had to use the tremulous plums,
While I went away and made
Television,
And went and slept into the homes of the
Foreclosed rich,
And masturbated on their private beaches
While I drooled over how you used
To put your hands all over wet clay:
And this is another scar,
This is just the way I do, after you found
Me out and hung me
Like a breathy corpse for eternity deep in
The dreamy efficiency of your velvet
Tongued soul.