Encourage me again to keep drinking, <br />To take the interstating highway up past cloud <br />Cover, <br />Where the wind is cutting pure dreams, <br />And all of this unhealthy resin I’m still squeezing <br />Out of high school: <br />Now, without having to say anything, my lips are <br />Exhausted, and cars are learning how to fly into <br />Other states, <br />And nobody understands me but the sad flowers <br />Bundled together like tinseled f%gs <br />So high up even the skyscrapers feel like children: <br />And where is Diana now, <br />Keeping what harem in this kind of night: <br />Can she feel me bedecking her, the first great poet of <br />This next depression: <br />Can she feel me doing my thing in bed next door <br />To my parents, carrying her flag of obnoxious colors: <br />Imaging her perfumes matriculating out of that <br />Lunch wagon, that she had been married once <br />In Columbia, <br />That she has a young daughter with the same Cherokee <br />Hair <br />Who knows nothing but the leaking faucets of laughter <br />In a world cartoons; <br />And I want to give the little darling a rose to give to <br />Her mother, while the wind blows the sky blue, <br />And I am so glad I didn’t have to stay in Missouri.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missouri-2/
