Discover the Poignant Words of Robert Rorabeck in 'Bight By Bight' 🌊

Where are you? My heart is cold and un-pure: <br />I will like it to stop before I got to the top of the apex <br />Of the house which should be ours- Erin? <br />You don’t care- I am a terribly asymmetrical boy, <br />And the money I should have by the end of the year is <br />Of no account: <br />I just want to put you into my car and drive as fast as <br />I can out into the wildlife preserve to show you what <br />History I can find, <br />Because here is where my parents fed the elephants the <br />Extra lettuce heads when they were only teenagers: <br />Now it is almost all stampeded, and I shouldn’t know if <br />I am cute are not: and who have you been spreading our <br />Pedals for- who have you let steal your bicycle time and <br />Time again- and I am really, really not doing very good, <br />Even if I’ve buried the witch under the blown out candles, <br />I didn’t really give her much of a chance: <br />And all of you girls are so beautiful- Kick up your legs <br />For death, show him what you’ve got, and put your children <br />Out before you like presents on a satanic Christmas, <br />Show him what he might else take before you; <br />But he will come none the less, sucking in all that light- all the <br />Skating waffish wishes; <br />And the moon will stare down, like a policeman out on his <br />Watch speaking Spanish to himself, <br />Too afraid to come, even as death consumes you with his heavy <br />Uninsured teeth, bight by bight by bight by bight….<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bight-by-bight/