Words I Have Already Written Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They are down again-
Underneath the stones underneath where the
Fish are leaping:
Strange girls with gills- maybe they hope to
Understand the sunlight of our
Neighborhood,
But we feed them anyways as pets, as the pilots
Perambulate again,
Touching all the breasts that they can
While the lions yawn,
Like the very tulips of pornography- as nothing
Else that I’ve said ever was:
But the busses pirouette- preternatural,
And surreal,
Just as I suppose they always will- just as the fires
Will pretend to burn,
And we will continue, forever,
In the memories of our bouquets, like two
Flowers sharing
Their suffocation- in a world of make-believe:
Even after your children grow up,
I will know you- even though I do not wish
To proofread the words I have already written.