Love Story Of Nothing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Red shifts of good fortune dragons
Celebrating the Chinese new year of so many
Things,
Eat little birds and pelicans who themselves
Have sweet fish on the brain:
And aren’t we always going outwards, outwards,
Into vagabond parks and
Estuaries teaming with little girls choking on
Wild huckleberries:
At the center of our great majesty is the most
Marble of blind things:
The great mother goddess whose furnace has long
Since encaved,
Who we shall in time refund our souls into,
Make her sparkle like the most gaudy of wounds:
We will all re-enter her like pulsars of
Head wounds;
Out amidst the red souls of so many souls,
With such sweet paladins on polo horses or playing
Football- Or as the weather crinkles like cute
Noses,
And the alligators tinkle like garden hoses,
Let me hope to find your hand again, thoughtless,
Unabashed, grinned:
That I might reenter your molecules and swing
Back into the Yule-tide theory recreating the big
Bang,
Which is just a love story of nothing.