Robert Rorabeck Poems

I have a book published,
And your dreams are stupid;
But your legs are very sexy:
And that is why you have all of your children:
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Now you are elected by what I must know
To become the milkmaid of my dream: I have put you
Here the queen of my everything,
And these words are for you like the breaths ornithologists
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I am famished by liquor and see how I swim out
Past your jetty:
See how I destroy the laws of society; and you are in bloom:
You are the luxurious cream on the lips of the void:
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Loneliness is my day, and it is almost perfect:
I jog the quietude of the canal just west of the freeway:
All of those commuters don’t perceive me;
And I wonder if I went to school with any of them,
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Parks smolder like little girls upset for Valentine’s
Day;
And I go out from their Sabbath School Grottos and watch
Them French Kissing fresh Thom’s in the parking lot;
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I give and I take nothing, all day long:
No butterflies, and it is funny, funny that I can keep repeating
My desirous song,
When my desire is so far down stream singing out to no one,
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Burning in the cold spittoons, the mountains rise
Up to the f%cking moons, and I have been betrayed again:
The mailman has fathered my earliest sun while
I was late to home again: The rabbit went down on his fairy,
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The nights I have loved in high school when I was
A wolverine, I am still resonating out from:
I am a still born in a glass masons shop, being reintroduced
To the forge as punishment for my plagiarism and pornographies;
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If the dead bloom, they bloom just for you under your
Peeks of tourism;
And I have been doing nothing; and I am not warm, and I am
Growing tired like a pioneer given up between his passes;
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If the dead bloom, they bloom just for you under your
Peeks of tourism;
And I have been doing nothing; and I am not warm, and I am
Growing tired like a pioneer given up between his passes;
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