Robert Rorabeck Poems

The camera focuses on the pretty thing-
It always does, even when the author is promoting
His book,
And in the theatre you can find me kissing her
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As this liquor begins to cool,
I first pee and then will
Ejaculate in the tall grasses where
The bizarre snow has been accumulating:
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Feed me my dinner from the haunted table,
And I will see your eyes when they open,
A book of poetry which drinks light, but your lips
When they speak, they do not return what is put in them,
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Strange women are in their photographs,
Smiling far away,
Hoping for more attentions and the eyes of
Hands to light upon them warmly,
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She laughed at me when
I wouldn’t show her my face in the morning
When I came to visit her and
Slept on the couch,
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Lay down the body where it can feel
My heat,
Because I can be successful at construction:
Her house is open like a glass cage,
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Making sex with her will be
Like Disney World,
But she is only a parcel of it all:
The juxtaposition life gives for a 1
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Mornings come like kindergartens,
With fine and easy thoughts,
Like flowers simultaneously budding
And rippling in the schoolyard-
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I drink a little when I write,
To dull the pain and blind the errors,
To give a new shine to the crypt,
And put blue birds in the shadows:
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Dimes at the party:
Her cheeks pinched with gold-
They are holding her breasts like heirlooms in
The photos,
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