I like beer, <br />And cheap rum and <br />Space ships; <br /> <br />And if you signal me, <br />I’ll turn around and collect you, <br />And name you some type of flower: <br />It’s a beautiful name, <br />I assure you, <br /> <br />And most of it hidden like Hemmingway: <br /> <br />And birds and planets revolving too <br />Across your room, <br />Across the higher basins: <br /> <br />I’ll lay you across a star ship and christen you <br />With a bottle of wine lifted from her store, <br />Because I shouldn’t have to pay for <br />Anything to reveal you, <br /> <br />Because what would that make you? <br />What would that make me- And I loved her, <br />But she’s married and has a child, <br /> <br />And its still raining outside, <br />And you are quite peaceful and easy enough <br />To carry down to the sea to make love, <br /> <br />Like eating a tuna fish sandwich, <br />And sending a greeting card: a thousand pages of <br />Nothing, <br />When I could have you right now.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-thousand-pages-of-tuna-fish/
