Robert Rorabeck

Freshman - 588 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Afternoon's Swimming Pool - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

With your spyglass,
Burn the hyper-active
Create the leaping
Energy that
Makes words dissapear.
Roll up the tinfoil
Into a crude bowl
And smoke your
Mother's weed
While masturbating
In the afternoon's
Swimming pool,
In the tall green
Whispering beside
The blue canal;
There prehistoric
Alligators swimming,
The hazy shadows
Which last forever
Eating the neighborhood's
Obscure reflections
Of a girl you once
Casually, ten years
Staring up at you....

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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