Robert Rorabeck Poems

Copper plated world filled to
The gills with
The hard evidence of the places
I guess we have to go,
...

Another motor at the ribs not filling
Up,
Coiling in the cessation of the gullies
And the trampolines:
...

Roosters crowing in the fireworks
Produce bright sunshine
That isn’t anywhere, but flowing over
The yard-
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Oh then, I saw you there beneath
The lodges in the mountains where the smoke
Purred from the lips of the woman in
The fire
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Gladness over the waterfall where the horses
Run-
They run in circles beneath her: they make a whirlpool
Of the air,
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Lighthouse mating with a Ferris Wheel,
Stayed nudity revealed to the nomadic contraptions
Caracole in their whimsy
While bicycles lay dismissed atop of rooftops
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Baseball lays wetly upon my skin-
Fallen like tatters from a web in the forest:
Here it lays,
This past-time outside of the parking lot
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Sleeping in the carport of the high school where I now
Teach,
All of the heavens out of reach- and my body filibustering
For angels who will never learn-
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Now I a dancing while I feel my body’s flesh:
Like jam, held over- for the pursers lips: while,
At the windows,
All of the goldfish are trained indoors,
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Copper plated world filled to
The gills with
The hard evidence of the places
I guess we have to go,
...