Robert Rorabeck Poems

I heard the noise of casual horses underneath
The pines,
And then the moon was unsecured and drifting-
I was frightened because my dictionary was
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Sometimes while delivering pizzas in
Gainesville, random girls would ask me
To pick them up and take them with me
Dressed up to go dancing with
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New Years,
Cyclical like the Anglo-Saxons,
Her monthly period, presidential elections,
A night (like all the others spent, droning)
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The world is freezing
On the other side of the moon.
No one sees the silver trees dying
Amidst the little boys.
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Each of us is the decaying
Static of the initial
Action each of us is
Resonating outward from
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I get drunk and get sallow, puppy dog eyes:
I get flag poles of creamy surprise-
When I get drunk,
I just want to look into your eyes; or,
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Taken down in a single slender
Comely dash,
I get back from the movies and I
Crash;
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In the fluctuating highlights of a vagrant park,
Falling in with ghosts- I am so ashamed-
I have runaway and I have nothing else to do.
The sky is upside down, according to the way its
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I must remember to tell mother that I found out
How Rupert Brooke died. We heard his poetry on the
Radio as we passed through Albuquerque, just
Two poems before we stopped to get gas and corn
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