Tomato Dacaries Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Give me motion without motion,
And I will show you
The male and female lives
Glowing at either end of a magnet
Or canoe:
The sides of my face switching sides
And finally surrendering
To the graves:
How I keep doing this,
Painting mountains and going to bed,
And rising again,
Wishing to worship the beautiful world
That has abandoned me,
Wishing for a beautiful woman to love
Who hasn’t even thought of me enough
To have to leave me alone,
Because all the good girls wear the same
Uniforms and they always sit with
Their legs on both sides of the saddle,
And the stop at all railroads
And obey the wishes of crossing guards.
They have never missed a candle on any of
Their birthday cakes,
But they secretly love it when they come around
To the swamps,
And the mosquitoes steal tiny tomato dacaries from
Their jiggling breasts.