Robert Rorabeck Poems

I went up to the university,
Sweaty and apoplexy and worked for hours in
A fast food supermarket:
And when I had time I smoked and watched the clouds
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Graveyards are beautiful at any time of the day while
More beautiful people are enthralled with making love to
One another;
And this is the free sport that no one else cares about,
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How comical are your eyes: birds of pests,
Utterly surreal and insincere,
Like the waitress who served me the buffet today;
And I am dying in a lark of masturbating boats:
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Half the bottle is gone and I am even more empty
Than I was before,
With the school buses circling around,
The schoolyards mating just as they was before;
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Bluest of the pedigree of a park
Waiting with its lover
To watch the helicopters go by:
Just one lover per day
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School in another day of clouds, where song birds
Slip into words,
Hurrying the boys to class, and slipping the girls at
The water fountains into all sorts of narcolepsy:
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I think about coming towards you, like a shadow
Back pedaling in the sunlight,
Going by a dog who cannot stand to see me weeping—
With the light house arisen on the hill,
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Through the lips of the stars who are like vases,
Who drink through the night while all of
The cats are slinking away after the automobiles,
And the imaginations of the strangers are captivated by
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I have a picture of you in my studio as a night
Cap—you seem to be coming home, kissing the purloined
Roots of the upturned flowers—
They would be plastic, if they were stolen from the graveyards,
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You made a new mistake they help over our pillow
As the airplanes circled and circled into perpetual caracoles
Until they couldn't come down—
Until the very end of the hurricanes had left—and all of the most
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