Riverwindwolves Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Riverwindwolves



I saw the Christ Child
On my street again today
Playing hokey.
He had a nice pair
Of skates
But two jewish kids
Kept on making fun of his
Robe
And telling him he needed to
Shave.
There were these giant blue
Spruce trees
All up and down the road
Their needles were sharks’ teeth;
They’d draw blood
At a distance—
Just look at them
And you’d be eaten,

And when the cold winds
Blew from the north
Country where my mother
Lives,
Those sharky, blue trees
Would shiver
Like my naked father
Getting out of the shower—
I live alone in a my house
And just watch the neighbors
Behaving like bees;
They’re all trying their best
To crucify themselves
More stylishly and with more
Flair than the next.
I wonder which one will win
So Armageddon can begin.

They’re all trying to impress
The Christ Child
Who just moved onto our
Street;
Already he’s the superstar
Of the neighborhood,
Though he doesn’t talk a lick.
There are so many paparazzi
Last week we had 5 car accidents
And one fist fight

Last night I had this dream
Of two women much older than me
Living alone in a house
Rotting away; it was
A mouthful of black teeth
I moved in with them, like some
Stray cat
And loved both women,
But only the big blond
Woman loved me back—
I knew her from highschool—
That’s where she’s from,
My future, when I go to highschool
I’ll meet her and maybe tell her
About this dream I had about her;
I’m sure I’ll know her then.
Her name is Nicky;
We’ll only be friends
All day long we f-ck in
That house; it would be
Haunted, but there
Are only rats crawling
In and out
And we f-ck amidst the rats
And on the dying fungus;
But it’s okay
We’re friends—
The other girl
A small brunette
I also know from
Highschool
But when I ask her to
f-ck she just
stands by the door
and grabs her purse;
she waves good-bye
without looking me
in the eye,
leaving me a Nicky
alone in the house.
The north wall has decayed
And collapsed
And beyond it is a field
Of colorful garbage
Attracting flies
Before a forest of
Palms and pine trees
Nicky and me
We f-ck near the collapsed wall
At dusk on the fungus
And I can see Nicky’s flesh
She’s morbidly obese
And her flesh lumps
Together in black nodes
In this one bad spot
Down her back,
Like cancer, like the house,
But she has such a beautiful
Face
And best she is nice to me—
That’s all I can remember in
The dream;
I think about going outside
And telling this dream to the Christ Child
But it’s almost nighttime
The riverwindwolves come out at night
And the trees are sharks,
Sharp and silver
When I grow older
I will forget that
I ever lived next to the Christ Child
But will imagine I see him on t.v.
And in movies
But mostly I just try
To remember the dreams I had
And try to recall if I ever
Told them to anyone famous.

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Robert Rorabeck

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