Many Countries More Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I cannot eat lunch, at least I want to come,
As I listen to the after midnight trains,
And I have eaten all of it that was that the roses were
To perfume,
And now you are curled up in your little and most indefectible
Of rooms,
Like a rattle snake in between the roses, like a mirages
Of full lips,
Hoping that I will distend to fund its wedding,
But other than that I am not here, and neither am I real:
I have just driven for some ways,
And now I am both famished and hungry, while
Just looking into your eyes makes me believe
That I can travel across many countries more.