Insociant Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My eyes flash like drunk fish in a saucer or a
Saucy dish:
The traffic flutters like strange happenstance,
Like Mexican cleaning ladies wanting to
Get done in a flash:
The leggy fauna pocketing money, skipping home
And licking honey:
The scarless places, the taught openings of
Unjust reservoirs ticked off my the endeared red-
Pricked sheriffs,
The family daytrips- the feudal tariffs:
I wake up into this comely mess, and it passes right
Over me on the esplanade of horned sheriffs,
But I do my best
To envision you in my mind in your virgin boudoir
In a state of mid undress;
And I like to think that the housewives love me
As they buy things- as I look my best;
And then they go home and complain, and beat their
Husbands with their bird-hollow fists,
And then undress like school girls underneath the buses,
Outback of their pools-
And they lounge like titted alligators and regress,
Of the more somber times of when it was all an innocent
Guess,
And they even forget to bake their apple pies;
And America flutters away like winsome ashes underneath
Their cool painted insouciant eyes.