How Girls Go Good With Boys Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Girls go good with boys; I see them
Out walking all the time in
My neighborhood;
They rent what cannot be seen; I wonder
About how long they’ve
Been here,
And how deep they are:
How easily lives go when
Girls go good with boys,
The ribs of serpents who conjoin
Underneath the
Airplanes like rabbits over
Flowering graves-
Like luxurious tankards filled with
Stewardesses and their
Bouquets; such elixirs make my
Nostrils heave;
All I have is a pen bleeding
Stars into my jeans,
And the shadow that I cast,
Not even a god to follow me;
Girls go good with boys,
Hot footed underneath the overpass-
I imagine that they go good
For days and days
Walking to where the waves
Leap and dance-
I follow them at some distance,
And watch them
Heartbroken-
How girls go good with
Boys
For days and days.