Robert Rorabeck Poems

My thoughts wake up
Inside Adam,
Before he learns of Eve’s
Transgression—
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The way I fear
Her hand enjoys being held
In the nest of his fingers….
The way I fear
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I think I love her
And she knows,
And that is why she
Can afford
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I dream of nothing anymore.
The great sea before me is dead
And so thick with the salt of butchered
Tears that even the average man
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There are people in their rooms
Above my wilting head.
As my thoughts shed like tiny fireballs
From the horse’s ears in a lightning storm;
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They’re modifying you in your sleep somehow;
While you sleep they’re milling around
And studying, rubbing their legs together making
The eerie chirping sounds;
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I saw you riding your bicycle
Through the magnanimous puddles
In your dreams.
You were riding around in your
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Strange goddesses walk
Floridian parks at midnight.
They talk to themselves
In the voice of songbirds.
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Guardians of gypsum satellites
Fight against the destroyer of hopes
The strange watchers in the night
Like banks of candles lit up
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Now is the time to admit defeat.
At the airport people look prettier
Because they are more frightened.
Without possession,
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