Robert Rorabeck Poems

All of the bodies bivouacked- in fact they are a family
So many reasons above the street:
Right under the stars, a husband and a wife who do not
Love anymore,
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All of the families such as these vultures,
Picking and eating the apples of over ripe flesh:
Fallen down from the three fold tree
Of kidnappers;
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All of the families such as these vultures,
Picking and eating the apples of over ripe flesh:
Fallen down from the three fold tree
Of kidnappers;
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You’ve slept with me, and we’ve made love:
But this has never been your home- but a place to run away.
Maybe an oasis;
Only my dog is here now- even the airplanes are gone,
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Possibilities in a sorrow that is drunken,
Finished- it goes slipping by the lushly ribboned
Stream,
A wish perfected by goblins or never perfected:
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In my cars- no one- no one,
But underneath the overpasses, shadows, red moss:
Where they should have been selling something-
A stain of rainbow over the concrete,
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It flips over in good pools all over the world:
Her sisters write to me, thanking me for the strawberries I
Bought for Alma on Valentines
That she shared with them, one for each of her beautiful
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Impoverished bodies- you roam, as wolves reintroduced
Themselves into your abandoned home:
Your wives, your daughter- forgotten and swimming inside
Pools,
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She comes towards me while I drive:
My work, with the sun in my eyes- telling fabulous stories
Of a country that we, of course defeated:
That I have never been to, but once or twice:
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Broken here: all the rope tricks come down- flaccid
Snakes from the pop corned ceiling,
The thieves stolen away beyond the cooling combines of
The ceiling fans:
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