Robert Rorabeck Poems

I would carry you through the jungles, David,
As I would carry you through the stars:

The cars are parked in the drive-in movie theatres,
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As light as a castle
Fitted for Cinderalla into the air,
I take my three year old daughter
For a walk around the
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Foretellings of rainstorms in the middle of the week- But,

I own this house cash and I do not think of you,
When you asked me to get drunk
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I need at least one word
A day from you,
As the daydreams seep:
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I need at least one word
A day from you,
As the daydreams seep:
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Violent wounds air on the edge
Of a candle's flame,

Vision makes a creche of echoes
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Abscence is the woebegone homing pigeons
From their cathedral,
As the affluence of middle-class vacations
Burn,
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I am years almost a millioniare now-
I am a wound on paper:
I am transparent,
A void in a wound:
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Bones made of sulfer,
bones made of granite

The house of Baba Yaga's
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Bones made of sulfer,
bones made of granite

The house of Baba Yaga's
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