Robert Rorabeck Poems

Bony endives have their location while
The parks flood and the rabbits cluster;
And down there on the teeter-totter is your little
Brother:
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Paleolithic telluride you show your new teeth,
Uninhabited by modern man: no one skis:
Tourism of glistening caves, the bravery of no modern
Beast,
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Fine young bodies will lay just as
They will,
Telling each other secrets, looking up at ceiling fans
And then to whatever sort of verandas they have:
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The butterflies get drunk in this cartoon,
While the cars go by yes they do whether it is raining or
Not;
And I tilt my head back and swallow fire, glad to be unbusied
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Quizzically, as if from the blue fjords I
Look at you: maybe it appears that you are beginning
This suicide for your man:
And you look great, and your daughter is neither sad
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I don’t want to use you up, because this is not
Your grotto and my mother only has one flashlight,
But still very soon I will be touching myself
And then I will be traveling long footed across
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We can share the same girl, and we can go with
Her for hours:
I can look just as beautiful for her as you can,
But I cannot drink anymore if I want to go with you
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I’m placing a bet on a house where the mountains
Live:
I’m almost certain there’s a girl there who’s a housewife
I could have sworn would never give:
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Bottle caps under sewing the spikenard:
Where there is jubilant literature and students of
Premodonnas and words as plentiful and
Carnivorous blue jays,
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She has olive skin and this is what she does,
While my mother is coughing in the next room:
She defeats me,
She curls up in the smoking forest against the
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