Her Wonderfully One Thing Of Become Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All we have known down here has been young
While I have been busy at growing my lottery of fairytales
Even though they are not all right here;
And this is how it happens after the shower of fireworks
Of a poem:
This is how it happens that all of the drawling jawls of
Lawyers and their hangman are salivating before their apartments
And better parts for the Faberge parts of their
Derelicts and space machines;
And I am going where the sun keeps shining bit that is just
Because my mother isn’t even here anymore while my throat
Keeps starving,
While the pantheons of bedrooms keep getting really shiny and really
Pretty;
And all what else: I am new here in town and I am looking for the
Statue of Liberty;
And Ii think that you aught to be ashamed of yourself while you
Aught to be ashamed of yourself.
While the waves crash anyways- and anyways they come full of the
Mouthfuls of their pretty colors coming up and caracoling and
Thinking of all of their pretty colors while all of the pretty
Mariposas are coloring if they are lucky enough to travel down the
Freshly blown avenues who think, or who are thinking of
Cooling,
In streams of by streams of everyone;
As if all of us from high school had become a confection of a constellation;
And as of yet I was still shapely and svelte so as to become
The only one thing she had yet a vested interested in; as if I had become
The only one thing of her own and only one thing that was so wonderful
As to become her wonderfully one thing of become.