The World That I Was Meant To Believe Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Playbills in the dusk of my romances- as old
Lovers overeat at the movie theatre,
Growing new children like cantaloupes in a field of
Busy ants that the foxes cuddle,
And even once or twice the airplanes found spaces
To land,
To rest and look at the comets- and I with my stolen
Bicycles on the flip side of crepuscule
Made love to a zoetrope with the bullfrogs-
And the real girls in the translucent romances slipped
Across the yard and into bedrooms of
Noisy musicals,
While the kittens mewed on the steps knowing very little
Of the world that I was meant to believe.