Come On Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dark and blue satellites are around my eyes-
I would almost look beautiful
In a mask for valentines; and would the petit
Nocturnal orbits,
These ellipses of ochre proof attract your eyes?
Would you come dallying like a curious serpent
Through the grasses, before my time was up,
To share my cup and show your teeth?

But, this is just one of the pretty things I think
About when I am concerning you-
I want to put your chassis up on cinder blocks so
I can drink lemonade shirtless next to the sharp
Thicket of weeds which I know will come
And explore you-
The namelessly ba$ard wildflowers:
Oh, obsessively bloom

Anonymously, in all of its glory,
With the sun laying his hands on you, a
Positive general; and even if you rust you are kind
Of beautiful;
But now I must go to Saint Louis to become a
Doctor;
If I blow my whistle, won’t you come?