Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 312 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Her Very Mother's Heredity - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Balsam graves of trapped
Song birds
Beautiful lunches over
Filigreed sunsets in
Unenchanted mountains-
Housewives with nothing
On but spangled slavery,
The bare minimal
Architecture of their
Very mother’s heredity;
She that I love doesn’t even
Care for my beasts,
She just serves drinks and
Blows boys away with her
Brown gaze-
The auburn broadside of
Her very mother’s heredity.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009



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