Robert Rorabeck Poems

Just as I sleep, I drink alone:
You don’t need to see my I.d.,
I have my dogs with me,
I have gray hair as proof,
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Liquor is almost gone,
As you are almost gone- my love,
Last rose from the butcher shop:
Giving your more developed friends better
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Shaking like the stars,
Like the higher and lower amusements in
10 pnt font,
I write to you what should and must be the last
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Upon the higher back of the albatross
It rains, it floods;
And if I am not beautiful by now,
I will be beautiful by then: I can see by the lights
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They look best when they’re under the chupah
And getting married-
The girl I used to sleep with in October,
Surrounded by sharks: mazzeltoff, because now
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The lights are out and the clouds are full,
And only the moon is the thing at seven post meridian:
Something else I’ve learned,
My mother is gone to the dying of a red transcendence:
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Typical Judas with flowers in your hair,
Place foolish gold over my wounds
And drive away.
You have such a well-suited husband,
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It’s time for the dour lying seashells,
In ways to partake and fill the sky above the earth.
She used to tell me that there wasn’t
Any use in this,
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Alone in a bankrupt Spain- How I look at
You; it’s like I’m locked out of the house wearing
My stuff for Halloween way back when
I still had friends and potential; I’d kicked out all
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I’m sorry sir,
But she’s said we can’t take off
With liquor only
30 % alcohol- because this way
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