Robert Rorabeck Poems

If I could dream of you then after school
Where grass stains and burns
Kidding knees, where you might
Fall all tripped from a rather long basketball game,
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Late bloomers are on the window treatments;
They are all about the sad long
Movements;
And they are nonsense:
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Indifferent Godzillas,
They’ll break what you just bought-
If you are ready, or even if you are not;
Their eyes are coal-trains fast stoked in
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Golgotha is a special place with new fonts
Spuming ink;
I skip out from the horse-flies, and dally in
My thirty year old truancies,
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Rene Char died at 80- I keep getting empty
Searches for him, scars of constellation on a bleary night
Of street cars. It has been so long since I’ve walked with
A girl, held her hand and she didn’t apologize, or look away
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Imperfect whispers beneath my eyes,
Words like the tongues of monsters kissing between
The thighs,
Wanting to swap meet with you, handy and cruel,
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Old new light over good sides of flesh
Sometime in the late early afternoon, washing
A piece: This is when the familiar strange traffic
Moves amongst the
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Sad that no one is reading the songs or the odes,
Sleeping in abandoned train cars,
Eating their breakfast, kissing horny toads-
And I am no longer in AZ-
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If I can knock the dust of that flint rock,
I’ll be the man who gets the pick of
The girls:
Hey-ho surely, surely now,
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Every mad bit of courage has a name.
I can stay here and love you, but who am I?
I won’t drink liquor unless I find a job,
So I may never drink liquor again- the way this
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