Robert Rorabeck Poems

Once again from the Pacific Theatre,
You went home from school-
In the Phoenix desert, summarily dusted by
Haboobs-
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Religion in my senses- euphoria of a dog
Who is not here-
Probably the very thing that loves me greatest
Upon the earth,
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I am holding my head against
A cathedral- or a marionette: it is as brilliant
As a Christmas tree
Come home to no particular holiday: then it
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Then it feels alright: the stars in their cathedral
And the night coming down through its curtains
Loving what it does,
Becoming married again across the deserts
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Crippling luminosity make its aurora along the
Long trunk of a lustrous snake as
It goes up a mountain for a drink:
How long will she be its cradle,
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Going up and up into the world
Only an hour after you have awakened,
With your wings spread
And the sunlight feeling so good and filled
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Days building up their games in quiet rooms
On the tired green carpet where I’ve had at myself,
Almost leaving trails like slime,
My overbite the little indentation of the beak of
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Lost in the waves of busses,
And now she is pregnant and the most likely
Parable- well, words anyway:
And she flows through graveyards like the
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Housewives like naves,
Like low strung truants sleeping in their backyards
Of days,
Strung out and as drooling as mastiffs on the pretty
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Marmoset underneath the mountain,
Taking shelter in the rain- how pretty you look
When no one else is at home,
Underneath the empty house- the evergreens
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