Who Knows Who Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Pinpricks of marks of foreplays of beasts
In the graveyard and brass wires under the street;
Your bare feet balancing on chicken wire
Over the zoo of housewives and alligators
And who knows who;
And you seem to still be in love with the acrobats of
Bodies and darkness,
The boys who have nonsensical pleasures deposited
Like locusts manifesting wishes on your too soft lips:
They go down hungrily beneath the control towers
Of your blue beams;
They go down meaning to drink from the warm bath of
Your body’s springs;
And you seem to let them; its what you seem to do
And I wonder if you would let me too
Join into those softened playgrounds of your who
Knows who.