Examples Of Your Divine Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dancing around the spikenard and
Their dead rabbits of luck; these American women
Have dreams, and they are emerging
From the bummed out trailer parks with their briars
Of Christmas tree lights: Oh, you young breasted
Mothers, roller-derby and junk- Oh, you
Bright toothed lassies, housewives who sleep on
The roofs and howl, make love to necrophilic
Conquistadors biting their pieces of eight at your
Gate: Oh, yeah- And you stewardesses touching down,
Newly emerging feminists with your pharmaceuticals
And 14 karat stitches, drink drinks and flying
Aeroplanes high- Come out in a wealthy parade from
The crashed pornographies of the Australian Pines,
Come out right into my childhood drumming heels-
Take my fireworks and my little sister, for examples of
Your divine- The mother b*tch is suckling her litter
Close to the engorged canal, the kittens are mewing
Against the rattlesnake in the swell, but its almost time
To douse your esoteric songs, those things only little
Boys could know pressed up against his nursery of ululations,
And climb up onto daddy’s roof to shampoo and
Root beer floats, bottles of liquor and screaming bottle-
Rockets; and do not worry, for in the morning where the
Yellow-jacketed buses circulate,
There will be plenty of time for your junoesque worship,
And time to run away too, truancies of divine and quiet
Places out in shady hutches, to give your lips proof
In the uncanny moments of incredibly beautiful quietude,
When you are not putting on a show.