Back Up Against The Breathless Rosebushes God Knows Where Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It feels good to finally settle down in a lawn chair
After a long day,
With a harmless green snake wrapped around my
Sweaty leg,
Everyone gone and done calling me sir for the day:
I guess it’s better than nothing;
If they could only imagine who I were,
What a star thug I am out amidst the slash pines
Watching the steady unperceivable line of traffic trying
Forever to disprove Zeno;
Proving him every time,
Just as the swing set arcs like the day,
And the housewives come in sweet smoky parade,
Like legged censers, homeopathic crosses tucked into
Their salty bosom;
And with the lights turned out, and Romero away buying
More beer,
I can be assured that I am the handsomest man in the
Darkness,
And no one is playing golf; and no one is losing their
Virginity
On the back nine, or in the front row:
And though the ingénues are as seamlessly pretty as they
Are unfaithful, there are none around for miles to disprove
Me;
And I don’t think of them, anyways: How barmaids so
Easily disproved me, unrequitedly disproved me:
And I am the cotton mouth captain of toy boats, and I work
Next door to the sleep otter,
And I don’t have to prove anything to no one: I am just
Another creature in the zoo,
And all the proof I need is in a sommelier alive and well
Back up against the breathless rosebushes god knows where.