Robert Rorabeck Poems

So young as to be in kindergarten;
Or so young again as to be here and mouthing off,
And lighting off fireworks,
While Alma falls down to sleep again with her man another
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I can still smell a muse’s perfume as it
Draped me away in the car,
As the old devil of satanic providence drove me
Away from her:
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Hold outs for penny courts,
Hoodlums with nothing to hold:
All the pages I have filled with the drizzling of
Caracoles:
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Our time was held up as you were looking
Beautiful
And I was drinking rum:
I saw you for but a moment today, Alma-
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Pray to the birds in the nests of their pallid moons:
Far above the broken shells and armpits of eaten conquistadors;
And there is nothing really beautiful with all of this:
I am dying for a muse who lives with another man:
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After all of the liquors are gone,
And after making love and eventually children.
The bodies of once lovers arise and go their own ways,
While their cars sit languidly palavering to the
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Now eventually we’ll have to peel away from mountains,
While the narrow gauge railroad still takes her tourists
Back and forth between Silverton and Durango,
Even while I went back to her and climbed her peeks
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Fawns who play with bottle caps and fireworks,
And Alma is sleeping with her man and her small child
Down Cherry road,
While unicorns listen to mermaids glittering in the boudoir
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I can tell the legends my song
Above the honeyed wheat and waterslides:
Here is where the milkmaids lie all the way beyond their
Men,
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My body numbs by opulent venom,
Kissed by the lips of still bleeding venison:
And the champions have taken to the sky:
They have taken your hand, Alma:
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