Robert Rorabeck Poems

Barbie’s around the cloy
Flutes of spears,
Forgotten sisters of girls in
College, like Disney World,
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Defeated by long days of
Fieldtrips,
Little boys that never learned
How to fly just lie out
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I don’t want to rest anymore while
You sleep;
I know the gods in their forms
Gifting me with amnesia, trying
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Affixed to the ploughshares,
Like dust busters who can’t
Imagine their luck at
Watching the horse thieves
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Even now all the night shines, and you don’t call me:
These are my silly wishes to world that knows nothing at all of
Them,
These are the most silent of prayers, the candles inside their
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I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
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I want to join you now
Even before we have to eat lunch:
I want to place my hand on the browned opals of your
Knee:
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The night fills up anything that it can:
It feels up the houses and the lands of this world,
If anything,
That is what it does, while your eyes still burn for me:
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I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...

I make these games out of a cannibalistic night:
I eat myself across the grand highways and fjords where the
Silliest and most beautiful of flowers
Prove to have no lovers,
...