Robert Rorabeck Poems

I skip school
And think of you in the park:
This is my junior year,
And death doesn’t know me yet.
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Let us explore across the canal now:
The places you never thought to go,
Holding his hand, entranced by his salesman’s eye,
Skipping through the social avenues
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Whose c*ck do you go sucking now? :
I do not care,
I give you mine
To delay on until I get you there:
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Here is another century of suicide
Before I stop to play the game:
I am Peter Pan flying in his basement
Waiting for rosebud to delight my tomb:
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Wolves!
Come on, Wolves!
I am not afraid-
I will kill you in your element:
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Revolutions in the park at dusk:
There is nothing neat about this,
Except from a distance it looked clean,
And her eyes lit up like soft bulbs
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Your panthers kiss in the dream of helium balloons:
Their lulling tongues drip the sweat of last night’s carcass:
And I can see you reaching up your forearms,
And the vase of your breast inside the loose shirt:
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So suitably you play
Down in your silly hilly city:
Watching as the nights sashay into days,
Driving in your cars beneath the stars
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Hang up your hardships
On my shoulder,
And come through the apartment’s
Blue door;
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Now here is another thing for you,
Imperfectly fleeting:
Words which would have stayed as if in stone,
If they knew their older brother’s wiser crafts:
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