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Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 185 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Milky Flumes The Wind Would Otherwise Have


Call now your lords from the stage,
Because the jousting is over and someone has died;
My pretty cousin, or was it myself who has died:
Killed by the black eyeliner around her truest of greenest eyes-
Lawns mowed in the dark by serial killers and their
Butcher-knife scams;
Flamingos in their ballet stances, constantly waiting for the
Mail: Now you are here, or in a historic town,
Giving out free samples of blue-eyed ripple;
And I don’t have a chance; I don’t even have a mail route near
You, so how can I breathe:
And it is hardest on our children; I’ve made them all up
And fed them astronaut ice-cream, that their father should be
So entirely refuted by the windless answer over the flawless pools,
That their mother should be so beautiful;
So beautiful and shameless that she should absolutely not
Care to take them against her junoesque respirations,
And feed to their untried lips the milky flumes the wind would
Otherwise have.

Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2009
Edited: Monday, September 21, 2009

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