Eyes of raccoons in the darkness: <br />I have spotted caracoles of nocturnal eyes <br />Hung over like narcoleptic dreams in the darkness, <br />While I have thought of you, <br />Pushing your trams and your coffins for your <br />Different gods, <br />For your young bulls that come off like different <br />Fireworks, who pinwheel clockwise or reverse <br />For the different librarians and <br />The ways you love them: <br />Like I have loved you over the hijinx of many expansive <br />Canals: <br />That I have love you this way, leaping over the burning <br />Sugarcane of smoldering black men relocated from <br />The Caribbean; <br />Bighting my lip, hoping that my gun powder might be added <br />To the green copper cannons, <br />But all I can wish for is to hear your laughter rolling through <br />The smoldering darkness again: <br />Erin, you never said you loved me- you never said, <br />Because you’d rather have gone to bed with so many, many <br />Men: <br />Sailor men and tattooed rimbaudian gentlemen, kangaroos: <br />Erin, how dare you- you carouse, <br />And that is why I am kicking this caboose over the scars again, <br />Trying to get high again, <br />Back in the stars again, swinging my throbbing wet <br />Red bat again while the traffic moves, Erin- <br />For anyone- anyone but you….<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-of-raccoons/
