Robert Rorabeck Poems

Now my soul is as wrecked as the face of my body
On the shoals,
And all of the pirated ships of kindergarten are waiting underneath
The caesuras of the blue gilled knolls,
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I keep moving without moving:
I keep tramping without song, and some folk call me beautiful
Underneath the dark tresses of the
Night so young,
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Bodies fill up with noise
Because it is you that I want as I slam the glass
Down:
And I feel like I am kindergarten and have been dragging
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The chances were golden and made to fly and
They stuck to the roofs of all of our loneliness like
Little children of nocturnal mothers
And I saw you hanging out at your favorite store with
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Slow down the sounds of woe,
The jet planes sleeping in the snow,
While the unending light cuts the yard in two,
In a Siamese twin the mailmen knew,
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The tulips are all busted, but she liked my
Unicorns,
And these are the things we sing to her after she
Has left my house,
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Her eyes held all the playbooks and the strangely wonderful
Mechanisms of golden simulacrum,
And I fell on top of her like a beautiful bridge going down
Over the smoky streets of London:
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She showed up and we made love
Under the cheap blue fountains clapping
Like dolphins for the sun,
And before that I had almost died, but it
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The ponies had a ride out to Lake Tahoe
To have a look around,
And to kiss the sharks underneath the purring airplanes:
There, the sky was so peaceful and evenly spread,
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Bound under a cliff of worry alongside a
Coast that bled truth,
Like two turtledoves in a blue rookery:
We made love and supplanted our flesh, and pressed our
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