Like Airplanes Across The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have such fear of all of these nothings
Out in the open of another busied truancy of an actual
High school—as the plagiarisms make their rounds—
As the rainbows sing across the unicorns:
As I know nothing about what is underneath her things:
But I am thinking and drinking—
As there are voices outside of my house—as my unwholesome muse
Doesn't call anymore,
As all of her kites get stuck up in the trees:
Soon there will either be a fire or a hurricane, and there will
Be nothing left to save us—
But the same minnows will transmogrify—why do they have
To do that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow:
I will be drunk, and the flea markets will open underneath the overpass—
And the same amusements that I don't know will swing like
Airplanes across the sky.