The Midways Of Evaporating Amusement Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You need to leave him,
With the sun coming up
And shooting through the
Sodden fields
As if an angelic sorority
Crossing the interstate;
You need to lay off the
Uneasy masks of
Disney World,
And take a seat at my
Plate,
Into the amusements of
Empty cathedrals
Filled with the starvations
Of your eyes
Or the dreams of your fort
In the coquina esplanades
I have dredged for you
Stolen from and no longer of
Mermaids
And the temptations of amphibian
Habitats;
I will cross myself with the
Most majestic of harts,
And come to you like stolen
Royalty,
And take you to the midways
Of evaporating amusement,
Where only you and I
Can play.