Robert Rorabeck Poems

Color me green or anything- I just want to
Lay across you as I write this poem,
As I engorge by your better faults and lie and say
Its Halloween. I could write for you forever, and compare
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When my scars go away, you are not
There: I have no need for you to be there.
I am mostly beautiful,
And know my way up and down mountains now,
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Call me what you will, I’ll write
You another poem, I’ll make money off you.
I’ll get fat watching you swing upside down
From the cypress. I’ll burn sugarcane like incense;
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Make for me inside an insouciance with your wonder,
And I will build for you with my muscles,
And these things I say which are steam engines,
And organic turbines; Do not let your eyes become instead
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I deal with power,
And now you know me:
I watch good movies,
And I am being considered by
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I cannot sing at funerals, even when its you
I’m looking for, even when it is down hill,
And the cars are parked on ledges above us, facing us;
And there is sweet graffiti and talking brail by the
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I wait for you to ring out your song;
And hang it above the tree,
And look further up where you cannot look,
To see I have been making paper airplanes
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I feed my dogs steak as I wait for April:
I will almost be as old as Jesus; and I eat peanut
Butter and jelly on white bread, and think how
Such a briny sea flowed forth from the wound on
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I can smell my belly-button coming undone;
Its what turned my ex-girlfriend off me,
So she went to other resorts,
Exclusively Jewish with belly-buttons not
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