Robert Rorabeck Poems

Light falling through a keyhole as a voice
That echoes of the airplanes it has passed—
Under the skirts of stewardesses that
I imagine smell like roses—
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Another cathedral dreamed about of
You boudoir, as you serve
Drinks all night long underneath the vacant ceiling fans:
Yes, underneath the busied stewardesses that would
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Physical imaginations of a poet—
I dream of picking flowers now that I am without you—
I dream of slinking away to the
Avenues of Venice,
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Spot on—the little immortality of the fairy nymphs—
Living like barrettes in your hair,
As you take them to school—even as you cannot figure out
What is happening,
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I will live for a while
A skeleton with rum in my gut—
With thoughts
At the bottom of the sea—
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Your children were laughing and snaking towards reason—
Like bottle rockets snaking their way to the other side of the canal
To lie in languishing epitaphs
While I remembered my professors at the university had pictures
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And if I were dancing drunkenly
South of Spain,
Would you catch me in the New Years of that
Country and across
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And I will go up into another busied architecture
Listening to all of the kissing bees
In their bad architectures around the scarab knees
Over the mountains where
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Laughing at the monuments—what does it mean to be
Here—in the afternoon,
Sweating as my wife lactates over another child
With nothing ever sold:
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Watching alligators farting like
Bottle rockets,
The butterflies spinning like
Jumping Jacks,
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