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