His Handless Instruments Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Kisses like coral snakes—like rum spilled
Down the neck of her wedding dress,
As the world spins from her in a kaleidoscope of
Airplanes:
Burning off her phosphorous abuses:
She spins and spins arse-backwards
Just as fast as apples fill their bins-
Until her art falls asleep into darkness:
Imagine the brightest angel
Experiencing blindness—the senses of nonsense—
And one day of her childhood lost in her backyard
In the pornography of her frog princes:
The dog eats the rabbit and the paper airplanes
Do not make it across the canal—
The fireworks get spent into her dresses,
And not a single person in the audience can understand
The soliloquy of her final exegesis
As she becomes adrift underneath the houses
And disappears even though the firemen burn up the
Night above her—
As nothing but a lily in the ocean she languishes—
An uncountable time surrounding her,
Recording her in the infinity of his handless instruments.