Robert Rorabeck Poems

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3281.
Into The Months Of Noon

I am your sadly resolute countryman
Erin,
Kept higher up on the taught purple hillside:
I have been tending the golden sheep
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3282.
Through My Daylong Work

Pigment of another god,
Mexican beer and fireworks:
The sun slips through
The day,
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3283.
The Day Like Her Own Weather

I loved another girl: in a few months I will die,
Defeat by the ordinary monsters, the same as any hero,
With no friends to resurrect from the dragon’s
Fangs,
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3284.
My Dreams Aren'T Even Sad

Proficiencies north and south of the
Mississippi,
All these lines I have drawn are the
Corrupt calligraphy
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3285.
Diana Haiku

3286.
Long Forgotten Men

Silent cars like fat women walking
Torpidly,
Not even animalistic through the despotic
Night;
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3287.
Not At All Like Sunlight Through Those Graves

Impolite to recall what cadmium we cover
The graves with,
Pretending to pack fading names with fireworks,
Then how the clouds touched down and studied
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3288.
Time Crimes

Strange gifts here they are.
Some would say they don’t come easy
From the shadows of the aloe,
Beside the blue carport across the sleeping canal;
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3289.
The Nocturnal Summertine Of A Celestial Carrousel

Nothing else is beautiful,
Because I didn’t stop by the liquor store
And I can’t count to high numbers;
And I’ve forgotten what I consequently learned
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3290.
From The Eyes Of Young Lovers Whose Beds Are Already Burning

Speedy bicycles far beneath the motionless skies,
The saturnine gentlemen burning like candles
Skull-caps brushing the fertile crescent of commercial
Airplanes:
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