The Stains Of Hummingbirds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Overhaul ejaculation,
Women in trees like Christmas ornaments:
Kitchens, Laundromats,
Wash your breasts, perfume their caracoles:
Make them holy for all the senses of their sailors:
Do your job, and make meat pies:
Of your legs, long like expensive apartments,
The feelers of tenements,
Wet and spruce your jaws, give me lines like
Acrobats: Let me swing atop of you:
I just got the vacancy of the snake charmer
At the saint Louis zoo;
Degrade into the rhymes, incest, cheap colognes
I shouldn’t even spell:
It all ends at the trailer parks where my cousins are
Waiting in their bathing suites,
Waiting for their men to come after their games,
And birthed from underneath the oil slicks of
Consumptive cars: And I loved you is the rule
Of the greeting card, rhymes of a familial aristocracy
I couldn’t care for anymore, so I have left in the
Concrete abutments of the desert,
Even though it will never rain: to the hungry
Jaws of coyotes and pranksters,
The piss stains of hummingbirds.