Robert Rorabeck Poems

How was your weekend- good,
Especially if you didn’t mind spending it
Outside of my festivals of nothing;
And if it wasn’t for the liquor I just wouldn’t know
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In the forest, a cold meal of rain:
Nothing of phone calls in the forest, and the caterpillars
All balled up- in their stomachs a chrysalis:
The hikers gone away with their ice-creams:
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Pull off this like the string of a kite:
It is free; it hooks over the old factory,
And into the weeded lots of
Rabbits and endives- and all the way over my scars;
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I wished that your schoolyards would have opened up
Their eyes to know me,
Like an apiary where a friendly fire burns;
Its cathedrals of orange lips smacking the bushwhacking leaves
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All day long in a cloud of dynamite
Rattle teeth as
Golden as the armpits of the moon, until finally
Released
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All day long in a cloud of dynamite
Rattle teeth as
Golden as the armpits of the moon, until finally
Released
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Delighted in the eyes of sincerity’s rearing-
The beefsteak of juggernauts obscenely
Unclothed for the traffic that pearls and beads on a dry
World covered around by the thin
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Delighted in the eyes of sincerity’s rearing-
The beefsteak of juggernauts obscenely
Unclothed for the traffic that pearls and beads on a dry
World covered around by the thin
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Proud filters of cowboys and
Boyscouts moving the herds and mowing the yards,
Crushing scuppernongs into wine,
And watching the terrapin disappear, retracting their
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Proud filters of cowboys and
Boyscouts moving the herds and mowing the yards,
Crushing scuppernongs into wine,
And watching the terrapin disappear, retracting their
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