Woods Of A Wino's Mind Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink to monuments of wine-
I tilt my head back, jolted, to look away from
The mirrors of a sad Disney World:
I do this every time, and there is no one to
Hold me or feed me from her fleshy vines:
Boys in coitus and Toyotas, making magical peach-
Smooth prominence,
And I’m just going, going, ever fearful of her
Unbanished skies:
And the billboards talk unreasonably-
The alligators are wearing the suits of their less fortunate
Cousins,
And soon again it will be feeding time,
So I stand and wait out amidst the cinder blocks
And cut palms,
Unreasonably hoping she will pass this time
And devour all that is mine:
At least that’s what I having going on in the smoldering
Woods of a wino’s mind.