Robert Rorabeck Poems

Teardrops from the armpits of an airplane.
Do not complain if you have been forgetting to cry about me.
I am right here, in the crèche of the evergreens
While my mother in law is whispering about me
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Tallest of trees
Laughing, stretched out all arms
At the edge of the parking lot:
People coming in,
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In the brambles
The deer speckle like the heavens,
The stream entangles
The foothills in ribbons-
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As I fall down a million years,
My kids draw a dragon on my leg-
Taking turns in bivouacs near her summit;
a dead man begs
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Passing through a sunshower bespoken of
the innuendos of a daydream
In South Florida,
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Passing through a sunshower bespoken of in
the innuendos of a daydream
In South Florida,
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Passing through a sunshower bespoken of in
the innuendos of a daydream
In South Florida,
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the c*nts spilled out into the
Saturnalia of dweebs:
As the satellites took off, no longer
procrastinating towards the echoes:
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For awhile we can fight
Our own
death as it comes,
stardust in the clouds-
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How deeply can I explore the dungeons
Residing in my children:
The battlements manned by mice
that coronate their exuberent, tiny minds:
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