Robert Rorabeck Poems

Now I may be starving in the pantomimes of the plagiarisms
OF my forefather
Until all of this isn't enough—and we have to thread
Our otherwise rainbows underneath ridges
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My grammar would be better today if
I hadn't started out from so far away
Listening for the canoes of your ethereal gazes—
And followed the trails of your perfumes to where
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We'll go to school—you'll see: we'll go,
Until our parents drive away—under the sunlight,
Under the moonlight until
They are so far away and I've found out that
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The horses kept their stalls
Until the men around them went for breakfast:
It was the most beautiful sun above them
That anyone could bet upon—
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I'll put another disguise upon your hour—I press another
Glass to my lips, and then I'll go to sleep:
I'll get up again, mummified—brilliant—like the all of
The phosphorous lined around all of the
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I love a girl named, A—
But now there is no more reason in these careless matters:
They've been selling themselves away—
Kissing and pressing themselves
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There seems to be a song running along itself in a dark
Cul-de-sac,
While I hear noises: some of them my own,
Playing out next to the sea that is going away, spilling
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There seems to be a song running along itself in a dark
Cul-de-sac,
While I hear noises: some of them my own,
Playing out next to the sea that is going away, spilling
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Now I will be singing in a rodeo of empty houses:
And I don't know any other words other than these joyless places-
The places that we've picked upon themselves
And the songs that we believe in echo
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I will put a place on my body and then
I will die—mouthing off
Eventually to the full moons of the estuaries
That eventually have to move away—
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