Regular Motions Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Regular Motions

Rating: 4.0


Jerk my bones into
The desert for oil—

These seashells are
Fossils without time—

I am going to fight for
What I know,

Even if the voice in
My head
Ain’t Jesus

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brandon Nothing 08 August 2009

I like it but it felt a bit too short for your hard topic 8/10

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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