Robert Rorabeck Poems

Recall her now
What the world does know
Fluctuating back and forth
Through the snow.
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They passed away this time with the
Nearing of Spring; there were no more
Undiscovered lovers sleeping in the grottos,
In the fault-lines of continents,
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Away from the night
Everyone moves across the street
To be together, far from,
They are attracted to the light
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The mad-eyed bloom of the
Fiery Russian poet
Incinerated by eternity’s fist
And fed to toy-sized sharks in the
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When will these new scars die-
They cannot possibly outlive me, the silent
Unmovable fantasies of a graveyard’s soul:
All the little jewels half remembered in her flesh;
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Lets break into houses and make love-
Lets make fun of the teachers on their way into school-
Lets wake up early and play baseball in the dying
Park as the cicadas shed;
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Rain plinks the shingles of a house
Where I’d sure like to live;
Rain engorges too the ever, ever waves
Of the sea persuading the mangroves
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So you’ve written poetry,
And have beautiful scars, like
Burns in the pie-crust of American:
And I’ll write your introduction,
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The drink has my mind in a pickle where I don’t
Care;
It is easier looking at myself, and thinking on my dreams.
This is like being in the eye of a hurricane
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We can split the atom,
And see the fetus of death-
We can throw rocks from the moon,
If we want to:
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