Robert Rorabeck Poems

Castles underneath the penumbras of waves:
Little school kids looking up into a bouquet of their graves:
Waves of fire, running like horses,
Like drinks in the single hands of lonely men going down,
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I envision you in the daylight of airplanes:
While the prize worthy horses are making their rounds
And all of the Mexicans are expulsed from
New Mexico:
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Laughing as they could in their rooms of the groomless
Proud:
The way they looked up on their brooms sweeping up in the
Sky far away from how I felt:
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Alma: I flood, I spill, and I lavish:
I look like a reindeer’s tongue being spread out in a bank
In some greatly snow banked town in the delusions
Of Arizona:
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If my house wines in its own epistemologies,
So I am here,
And burning up all of my comely liquors
While the dogs lick my open palm- as if I were saltlick
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Walking in a world that is not mine:
Moving colors dying as they consume themselves-
Dwarves under overpasses too soon besides
Where I used to live;
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It feels no better, drinking the leaky poisons of
The serpents-
The fruiteria up the road as bright as a carnival where
I can no longer grow:
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Calling up the children from the
Green roadway: trying to recall the sounds
They made,
Effervescing, up to some good:
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They felt like their child of other features,
Lost in the garden or only turning around; and
It might have been but some awful trick,
The way I was spelling myself all mumbojumbo
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