Martian Pornographies Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It doesn’t have to forfeit for long—look out,
And the dogs will have to play—
Stretching,
And strobe-ing in lures of pretending virginity:
Three weeks left of school
And then the social daydreams will most likely
Evaporate,
Going back again to the rusty grottos where
Girls once mixed with their neighbors
And the stewardesses touched down to pick at
Scabs—
Longish séances, if you know the place—
While a little ways outside, music across the
Canal,
And the alligator with the ruby eyes
Stares up from its Martian pornographies.