There is a homeless man living in these woods. <br />He came by tonight looking for work, <br />And in the shadows were bullhorns and girls in <br />Bikinis: <br />He smelled like turpentine and domestic beer, <br />The leggy wheels of runways: <br />I am drinking Casillero del Diablo two thousand and <br />Seven; <br />It is a change for me, <br />And the housewives come and the housewives go: <br />When the lights are on: <br />They walk through the grass picking up easter eggs <br />In their stilettos- <br />Sometimes they want to look at one side of my face- <br />Sometimes they want the other; <br />And Italian boys come in beefed up because they want <br />To beat up their older brothers: <br />Oh well- The cops come too, after the lights are turned off <br />In my zoo: <br />Females cops are mighty pretty- I think female cops <br />Should populate the entire pretty city: <br />And Romero is here now too, smelling like after shave <br />And jalapenos- <br />He likes to interrupt this gringo- He sleeps all afternoon, <br />While I think of you- <br />The traffic comes and the traffic goes, while I think of <br />You in pretty paint metamorphosis; <br />And now Romero is talking to me and distracting me <br />From this, but <br />Can’t you see that I am drinking wine, and the city would <br />Be so pretty if it was populated only by you, <br />One of you of every kind.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-you-of-every-kind/
