Robert Rorabeck Poems

Can’t remember my name.
When her blue eyes crack open,
It’s the first time I’ve seen blue.
Hungry blue birds flutter about me.
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I get drunk. I tear down
Mountains,
Grab my father’s gun
And shoot up and down
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In an arching way, like a cathedral’s loft
The sun whirls over us and dispels the gloom,
Taking gentle fingers to our temples
And raises us up from bed, sets us
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Come and crawl into me,
Loneliness,
You are mine
And I wear you like a medal
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Our dreams come from
The glass tower
Sparkling for ships.
There is an old man
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In Indian towns,
In crooked and barren canyons
On this side of Arizona,
The broken youth walk
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Isn't it enough to love
Someone like you,
You and you alone,
And let the rest of the
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Even when the sky is full of disaster,
Tell me, what can they take from you-
When you have hidden the hungry mouths
Scattered in the silken forest,
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I am nothing, nothing,
And the bloom is broken.....
She has forgotten to check the locks,
And the monster is loose....
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In the heathenish country of enslaved white children,
Nine little girls become the martyrs who lead the Christian charge
(Sometimes stark naked,
And other times in blue dresses,
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