Robert Rorabeck Poems

Going down the aisle into a fun world
Of rabbits in their favorite briars—recounting all of
The words I know and reusing them every night—
The world a geode on my shoulders—
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They will bloom by themselves, though the window is
Empty—
The supermarket and the parking lot is empty:
They are ghosts, they do this anyways—someone is playing
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Pleased as the pleasant bees taking over
A small corner of the house—
Little wildflowers outside sipping of the sunbeams—
In just a slant of a garden,
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Pleased as the pleasant bees taking over
A small corner of the house—
Little wildflowers outside sipping of the sunbeams—
In just a slant of a garden,
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Perfume for seahorses is a way of starting off:
A little tear building into an oceanâ€"peony for a ghost
Refusing to come to its absolute conclusionâ€"
Up in the soft and greasy foothills and red clay, bats
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Pleased as the pleasant bees taking over
A small corner of the house'
Little wildflowers outside sipping of the sunbeams'
In just a slant of a garden,
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With dragons almost the same color as
Your eyes—I cannot languish here:
Those suckers want war and death,
They come from bright houses
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Sensuous wound, you are my cleft hoofed soldier
And this is your penny-ante cathedral—
The little boys are gathering up their marbles for you,
And their dimes:
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Pleased as the pleasant bees taking over
A small corner of the house—
Little wildflowers outside sipping of the sunbeams—
In just a slant of a garden,
...

New evaporations do little enveloping the clouds
With tulle—
With hearts of evaporated shell, singing of
Ghost mothers and ghost girlfriends,
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