Robert Rorabeck Poems

They made a massacre underneath the sun—maybe they
Were just playing with themselves—
While, in the tomorrow, the sun would jump up yelping and
Asking for help
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A blasphemy upon the walls of a religious
Bathroom:
This is what it is, and scarred with dyslexia—
Devils hanging upside down.
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A blasphemy upon the walls of a religious
Bathroom:
This is what it is, and scarred with dyslexia—
Devils hanging upside down.
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The warm spine of a lizard hanging upon a rosy ixora
Bouquet—outstretched from the unruly head
Out front of the house that is for sale, which you can outlet
As four separate apartments—
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Angels sell prisms above the lunchroom
As the children argue for half an hour—and their thoughts
Wander in a tangle of strings: that night
The baseball or football game will be cut short
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I will give you another head start—
And then I will right away start hitting the bottle—
As you yourself begin propositioning some other genie—
We will see who gets through with it first—
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Now you've ridden your horse victoriously from the battle
And shouted something in mestizo—
Made a tomb out of what once must have been my summer—
Blinding my eyes before I could see you wandering somewhere
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The sun is crawling through the sky—drinking and singing songs:
I lay in my bed alone,
My lips pressed to a canal of rum—
And the sorrows of the flesh overspill and overspill—
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Swearing by these mountains that they know their
Paths—as mothers and mothers
Come home tumbling upon mountain bikes—
And the sky is a necklace of pearls above the mine
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They seem to be made of me—the clouds floating above
The theaters of coquina until there is nothing to
Complain about—
And your breasts no longer lactate for your children—
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