In The Zoos Underneath The Ceiling Fans Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Emolliate another night, and give me succor
With my fingers scoured from
Try to light of roman candles above the ant mounts
Perpetuating a baseball diamond:
Let me strike out again after midnight upon a
Terrible odyssey,
Masturbating over the moldy pages of another
Pornography
Whose light flames like vermilion turpentine
Trying to turn its sickness into another believe
Even while all of the children are coming
Home combustive in a rain cloud
And all of the lions are roaring, yellow maned-
They seem to be yawning up at the yellow coated
Heroes who are already returning to their bedrooms
And eating fried chicken their parents bought
Them on their way home from the other day laborers:
And so they rest, as the yard crickets,
In the zoos underneath the ceiling fans like so many
Other things that could once have been said
To have almost existed.