Virgin Mary In The Mexico Of Her Poisonous And Absolutely Beautiful Metamorphosis Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want to drink like a fish- John Cabot,
But I really don’t drink that much-
Just enough to go out onto the unpaved
Street, barefooted,
And light off illegal fireworks-
I drink a glass to affect
Poetry like this,
I drink to move all the way to Missouri,
To forget her- to call her up,
To have sex with a beautiful woman in
Orlando,
To spend a weekend at Disney World,
To feel the emotionless motion of commercial
Roller-coasters,
To sing beautifully and then repose
In a springtime’s Easter crèche-
Well hidden and comfortable,
And, in general, to loose the verbiage,
Like an archeologist with his wheedling trough
(Though I can never match Gwendolyn Brooks,
This I know, and thus rhyme,
And am no longer afraid)
To pick flowers after dark
And get horny enough to light out of my
Skeleton,
To pretend to spell everything good enough
For my sophomore English teacher, Mrs. Brown,
To get another tattoo in Spain,
To look beautiful blind,
To pickpocket cheap wine,
And lend my obtuse floodlight to the Lord
So that he might affect justice,
To reclaim his runaways,
To finish the pyramids,
To count out enough money for the call girl,
And visualize the every possible angle in the
Motorized exhibitions of her legs,
Leggy zoos and muggy, short-haired habitats,
Slices of sweet cherry pie
In exercise or just fawning in
Sweaty and dun repose,
To visit all the old pets
In the cemeteries of feral relaxation,
To forget the troubles of my bank account,
The conditions of my expensive paramour
And effortlessly perfume;
To holler through the wind tunnels of Spain on
Christmas Eve so many years ago,
All the way to the Hispanic forest and
Lunch hours to
A Virgin Mary in the Mexico
Of her poisonous and
Absolutely beautiful
Metamorphosis.