Robert Rorabeck Poems

A casual touch to be the end of me, like the purring of
A ghost:
I carried your cigarettes to the cemetery, and you were
The most utmost;
...

Life may be as hungry as death, but I am certain
It is never as fulfilled:
As I set out, my body throbs like a coward:
I get my haircut with politicians while the other tourists
...

Brand new aggrandizing scars:
I wake up in the morning and I try to breathe not too
Hard:
Some ones are dyings and some ones are being borns,
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Going down the road are cars:
Cars full of family inherited to their declinations:
Fathers drive, and mothers watch out,
And Spot is sticking out his tongue enjoying the
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Going down the road are cars:
Cars full of family inherited to their declinations:
Fathers drive, and mothers watch out,
And Spot is sticking out his tongue enjoying the
...

His Lancelot has been naked but courteous
To you,
And very familiar: so many times questing into your
Octopus grottos
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His Lancelot has been naked but courteous
To you,
And very familiar: so many times questing into your
Octopus grottos
...

A casual touch to be the end of me, like the purring of
A ghost:
I carried your cigarettes to the cemetery, and you were
The most utmost;
...

A casual touch to be the end of me, like the purring of
A ghost:
I carried your cigarettes to the cemetery, and you were
The most utmost;
...

Life may be as hungry as death, but I am certain
It is never as fulfilled:
As I set out, my body throbs like a coward:
I get my haircut with politicians while the other tourists
...