Penumbras Of Illegal Architectures Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Penumbras Of Illegal Architectures



From the door: the window,
Openings of senses that blind themselves,
Words on their fingers
Discovered by ants in the grasses undisolved before
A bluer than blue house:
While we all live together- goblins and unicorns,
Preaching to our betters,
As if trying to find out how to escape the genie’s lamp:
As the entire world has to dissolve
Like smoke on the brink of her lips- Multiplying her
In my house of bachelors:
While I keep her uncle here, before he has to go away
To marry his cousin in Mexico,
Singing to her like the yellow songs of my witchcraft or
My anyways,
Ending up like snails on her pillow- awakening,
She comes to me, wounded- I love her:
I heal her- I give her my imperfect soul, my Alma
Lost into her borders,
She receives me-
She gives me this atmosphere to breathe under, like a dog
Who has discovered the milky tears of some
Foul mouthed heaven:
Like a fish who escapes the sea to bare its unfortunate
Young,
Only to return, empty handed- but watching the sunken
Hemispheres as jingoistic fireworks explode in wonderful
Penumbras of illegal architectures.

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