There Is Always Something On T.V. Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Give to me more of your esoteric
Delights, basking in cauldrons
Underneath the sweaty trees-
Throw your dead soldiers of love in
With them,
And see how they grow, even as the
Day swoons, and the birds clap their
Wings over the inland driving traffics;
And, see here, a snake has bitten my cheek-
A harmless garden snake run to escape
The mowers,
And I’d been lying in the grasses watching long-
Legged kids removing themselves from school,
Without bell tolls, the sack lunches emptied,
Especially the girls;
And as the last shadows of the neighborhood
Caracole around these pretty sweets,
Baptize me in the canal under the multi-lidded
Eyes of prehistory or whatnot;
And give me liquor or sue me, because I am
Just an animal, and when there is nothing else
To do, there is always something on t.v.