Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 362 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Goblins That Dance - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They say this thing to
The world of
Many lovers who are
Just getting up
Now that in this
Neighborhood is not
Anywhere to believe
In-
The ghosts never find
Their love-
The immature Chinamen
Are still smoking in
Their stalls-
The lightning is waiting
For the goblins that
Dance-
Your father is waiting for
Your mother across
The canal-
And the woman you love
Sleeps withouth any breath
While you get drunk
In the arms of a
Butterfly that has
Forgotten all of the
Ways to love-


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 12, 2012



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