Robert Rorabeck Poems

Let me take you to the places on the side,
The green pastures and ivied slopes that drip
With anticipation, waiting for us to couple in
The writhing jade undergrowth,
...

It turned out that something happened along
The sky.
I was sweating, but not going home, but
Roaming
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The tents will go up in New Mexico
And Arizona:
They will rise higher than the fires,
And we will sell fireworks in their penumbras-
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Browned onion in your sparse rib cage:
Where will you go with your child once you are all the
Way over the sacred grounds of the Indians,
And what bromeliads will bloom for you back a ways
...

They were singing once again in the atrium,
But what were their words:
The student parking lot was empty except
For birds,
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In blue napalm wakes up singing to the pueblos
Until the wreckless butterflies are nearer,
And I have no more songs outside of the shopping
Malls of Walmart:
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Echoing- echoing, the bones are young
Filled with yellowed specters, like song birds who saw
It all
And were turned away- down from the yellow sun,
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Even the rain clouds have shoulder blades.
They flex and sweat over the city of simulacrum
Who draw the pictures on the streets of
The latchkey children who also live there
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Shallow wounds, I know you are here, and I know
I cannot win- cadaver with a bouquet of roses, you will
Go home and home and home to
Him,
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Again elevating, making love before a beach:
Levitating for helicopters who come primary colors
Before they excavate the swing-sets of
My childhood- the very amusements my mother pushed me
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