Two Pieces Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I.

Vulgarity: to have my
Most cherished thoughts torn open
Like a new mother’s blouse,
While she tries to sate her hungry infant
Even while the wolves divide
Her extremities,
So white branches erupt with seeping
Red, pealed before the vulturous eyes of
The other passengers.


II.

I owe my writing to my nemeses.
I hate the fact,
And I should quite
And cut the sh*t
And jack off in the silence of pure ennui.