Robert Rorabeck Poems

Your bedroom of skin lays across the railroad
Tracks,
Alma,
Lays underneath the vast, immeasurable plans of the sky:
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Indebted to whatever hemispheres there were;
I was not a wise man, but I came baring gifts, and stealing
Bicycles;
One ear pressed to the waves, a lucky rabbit slowly murdered
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Indebted to whatever hemispheres there were;
I was not a wise man, but I came baring gifts, and stealing
Bicycles;
One ear pressed to the waves, a lucky rabbit slowly murdered
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How it was that you have a family I don’t
Know,
Maybe it was that you had it while you were crossing over
From Mexico;
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How it was that you have a family I don’t
Know,
Maybe it was that you had it while you were crossing over
From Mexico;
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This is my little house:
In its fire flaming: In my little art, a forest blazing;
And if I had the heart, I would look across
The hills,
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In the rude daylight of my soul,
I am finally here, while my dogs are panting
And the centerfolds are pinned up on the walk
Like cave drawings
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In powers of unison they die,
The hummingbirds pullulating slowing over and
Underneath the inappropriate mountain,
While everyone else has some gold to sell;
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And now it is at its summit,
And you are here; while I will finally be casting away,
And sleeping;
While my thoughts of you will become ribbons and they
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