Where You Wish To Be Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My head in its amusements, a castaway not caring
What the crazy thoughts it might jig;
Going like the splendid cut-throat light amidst the
Caesuras; Sharon, aren’t you reading this-
Cut-throat bouquets of piratical jargon- it is fun,
Sharon:
I wish you could share in what I am doing, Sharon,
Cosmonaut: I know who you are- I know beauty,
I have really, really been to mars:
F$ck all my sisters and my great uncles, they just know
Animals the judges of this species; but we are really something
Sharon,
And we can take Erin along as a kick-throat spell, like
Going along together for a very long while, a fairy-tale first
Along through the aloe an then through the very unending
Desert of lieutenants and petroleum jelly:
Like jelly-fish, we can’t have no feeling except for what we
Can kill- what we can dispel; and I am already some sort
Of homely god, lost without directions or lights of traffic
To kill;
It is the best place to be without the lights fall on my face,
Sharon, and you could be here if you were more sensitive,
And now all the word is a verb with a fin:
Sharon, Sharon, Sharon: your breath is just a kicking-globe,
And how does your child feel: going into the deep cauldrons
Of red-lipped valleys,
And I would like to say your child’s name while she tugs
Away at your breasts, Sharon.
Which one does she prefer, but that would be too unfair,
Sharon- that would be too surreal, while my dogs howl,
Sharon, Sharon:
I would change your tires, I would set you happily again along
You way through the Indian casinos through the headless pines,
The depthless estuaries, Sharon
If that is where you are- If that is where you wish to be.