Robert Rorabeck Airplane Poems

Dancing in the cathedrals breached from
The mayhems—
And then their grandfathers died beneath
The mountains that themselves
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I have been to good airports
And seen in there many of her scars:
As she is flying away,
She is beautiful: so many words in poultices over
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Entwined into the mausoleums of a soul,
We have no yellow yesterday,
There is just a movie theatre where the skeletons
Stand,
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Entwined into the mausoleums of a soul,
We have no yellow yesterday,
There is just a movie theatre where the skeletons
Stand,
...

Hobbies of bobby pins and new Christmases:
I spend all of my day off ejaculating in my yard, or doing
The laundry- these are so much the housewives chores,
But they have all gone up to their cathedrals;
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Cold tools making sad parks,
Dredging the beds for the censers of feet
Arching while they smoke
Repeating their flight plan under all that
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