Robert Rorabeck Poems

It comes up to this, and then it goes forever away:
Lapping and making love and counting the strokes that is necessary
To acquire each color,
And I have lived alone for so long that it isn’t even necessary to
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When the moon rises above the movie theatre
There will be no more thoughts for
Unicorns, or cherry orchards,
But I will have to get out of my car
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Womb of a coiling rattlesnake,
Pregnancies of why she looks up at
The sky lazily
And doesn’t care if anything
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It seems to be keeping things together:
The fox in the eyes of the girl who isn't even here:
In the playground before the sea:
The only thing that is hiding all of it from her is
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You put me down so far underground
Like a plush rabbit without his crown:
Sister, sister, you put me down:
My entire family put me down; I am the black sheep
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Weapon in a cloud in a dragon's
Fading dream—
The sea happens over the open windows
Hoping that their search will find her—
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You morons,
while the night was leaking peonies,
I strutted to the castle.
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Fake people standing against high rises,
Paper dolls lashed against the gates:

Little girls that once were have gone missing.
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The city at night,
The city at large:
Open mouthed, swallowing,
The giant in the clouds;
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In the amber woods, the beetles call-
The rain falls upon the school.
The cats and the children awaken from their sleep;
Their eyes awaken to the moon-
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