While My Wife Takes A Shower Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While my wife takes a shower,
Brushes her teeth,
I get drunk—it is almost all of the time
I have—this watermelon field of Disney
World is almost over—
My mom is calling;
It sounds like oblivions—
Tonight or tomorrow my very first
Child will be born—
Don’t you know wherever it is I will have to
Take him
While the daylight of my childhood
Remains upon the last elbow of
Another kaleidoscope of my vanished
Bachelorhood—
Now don’t you see that I have to survive like
This, no longer looking beautiful,
And having to accentuate my gut:
Now it feels as if I have to write my latest and
Strongest mews,
While of it sounds like echoes of elbows touching:
And this is all that I have for tonight
Or forever
While the vampires are practicing their
Espionage to the werewolves of the forest—
I have loved you for a little while,
Anyways—but now, I am sad to say, this is all
That was made to happen.