Robert Rorabeck Poems

Land plays baseball with
Stolen goods: little
Black boys smile like gold
Chains on their mezzanines,
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Something is truly being
Beautiful,
Seen from the cliffs with the
Lights out,
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Come with me into the
Opulent grotto, and I
Will breathe my genius
Between your petals;
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I was robbed at
Gunpoint tonight,
Erin;
So where the hell were you
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I have already written
My
Five poems for the
Night
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I have trained my lions
And slept in cop cars, Erin:
Tonight I was caracoled by no less
Than six cop cars, Erin,
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All my life in Hell
With a wife I’ve never
Had,
Rolling boulders
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I was robbed at gunpoint
But I still will ride horses
Around the acres of
Night, of
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My god doesn’t have a
D$ck: she is the other
Sort of god,
And I was held up at
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I live so close to the rivers of
Old people
That you would not believe
Me darling
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