Kissing In A Hearse Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your yard instep with the voting booths;
And I just pulled out my favorite tooth-
And I have sold quite some many fireworks,
But I’ve never been a soda jerk-
But go around moping mighty tired, like a winsome
Bird on a wire barbed:
I am still looking for you, smelling your sea salts
Like Epson salts on a wound,
Going around and around on a dizzy halo:
Sometimes in the hallways I never knew, you come
So hard and fast, like a hall monitor demanding to see
My bathroom pass- And I don’t really smoke
Or drink, but I’ll do both anyways in in cumulous
Clink- and think of your dark beauty drawn back
Like maple syrups poured off a steaming short stack
Underneath the mountains so blue and weepy with
Forgotten time,
Like the snappy sisters crenulated and waiting compulsively
For the next rhyme: In high altitude grottos I’ll wait for
You, because I paid Jove in his tawny cathedral a
Bushel full of money for him to release you;
And then you come down, dressed in a stylish curse,
And kiss you all over your womanly flesh, less metamorphosed,
If you don’t grab me by my despotic lapels and kiss me first.