Low altitude rum puts still living escargot in <br />My ears, <br />Twirling, twirling, the beautiful little things <br />With a few cells on the brink, <br />The new eternity of little girls skipping chalk; <br />And I can’t believe I am doing it again, <br />Usually with the same old conjunctions and semicolons <br />In my swarthy hand, <br />Tossing the grapes- When I want to be a better man <br />With a fine young mustache, <br />Want to spread her legs and plant her there <br />Atop the faithful alligator, and gross the man-dug <br />Rivers across the zoo to see the cages where they <br />Keep the age-old vampire, my alcoholic uncle, <br />And feed him peanuts, and show him slides of the elephant, <br />His girlfriend, <br />To live again in the 80s from a time warp discovered under <br />The ice of New Swabia, ands the skating rink, <br />And to make friends again with short haired and well-trimmed <br />Blondes, to ask them unabashed how is their sex-life, <br />To read fairy-tales to her four children, to get an erection <br />Doing it- To feel good in the surf of her loins, all wet and <br />Hungry, like being in fifth grade again, a patrol on his <br />Way to Washington DC, believing in the altruisms of professional <br />Wrestling, and that tomorrow I will be a sommelier and have <br />Written something passionate in the ancient grottos of <br />Colorado, while doing this, holding you in bed, <br />Having faith in the resurrections and apocryphal worm holes, <br />And going down smiling even as the sunsets on the last day <br />Of high school knowing that I should never have a chance <br />To believe in again the fiery angels of your best friend’s <br />Older sister laid out and barely altruistic beside the upper- <br />Middle class pools.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fiery-angels-of-your-best-friend-s-older-sister/
