Robert Rorabeck Poems

I offer up goodwill to my soul;
I salute it with drinks and promise to remember it on its
Birthday,
And give it heartfelt consolations that it should have had to have
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Homonyms of lovers city on the benches in the zoo,
While the rains patter on the Faber shay of my illusioned caves:
This is like the light underneath the decorative paper of
A Chinese lamp glowing forever
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Sharon, you give me the reason to live through
Another day.
Now I get all excited because I can hear the sexy voice
Of a low flying airplane;
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The rum was exquisite as a virgin: and girls from Spain light out
On the bicycles and
Roller-skates and they have no curfew and they don’t worry about
Making it back to the boat;
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Turning up for brail like children without any sense,
Wimpled in pieces of dismissive alphabet reaching for the
Sun:
You know that is just how your bodies are, like spindles of
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Now through the arrhythmias in the screen doors of
Common hotels,
I can hear the traffic dismissingly burning their taillights
Like the devil’s lanterns, like the red tide of her
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Pool and cuddle in the amalgam of
Centipedes,
Which is the same as seeing a fire’s orgasm
With the sky so alarmed that it removes
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The earth turns out for you on your birthday,
Mountains flatten on their backs like flea bitten puppies,
Or risky cobras:
You can walk on their summits like carousing your fingers
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I have never been as perfectly proportioned
As the animals that you know,
But I can drink liquor and I can grow
Like wet castles
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I told her I would be quiet, and I have slept in phone booths
When the rains stormed down from the higher tenements, and then
We kissed and it was all surreal:
There really wasn’t enough to go around, all the Saints in green valleys
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