Without Darkness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I jogged twice today and I ate so much;
And, hey honey:
It costs too much to see the lions, to go as the invisible
Man into the cages where they are eating
Fiery meat torn from the instruments you don’t know
How to play;
And now how do your eyes turn like pages fanning your
Children,
The little squirts with rubber bands and toy guns:
I love every one of them, as I love letters I never write or
Send to you,
Because this is the graveyard where I sit alone and choke on
Peanut butter and jelly; and my eyes water
Because I have lost my diplomas and I don’t talk enough to
Perk your fancy anyways:
And the deciduous lights of the city enter you; and they enter
You anyways:
And there are two boys walking toward you in the darkness.
I didn’t see them but it seems like they want to hold hands,
While the rattlesnakes coil and masturbate until the
Day is with warmth and without darkness.