Because You Are Not Real Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Because You Are Not Real



Rubber trees are shivering like stretchy men
Undecided as to where they will be going, waiting for
The extinct show girls to blow in:
Girls on dynamite motor bikes their turn of the century
Engines caracoling, giving off into the atmosphere
The unreal power of mythical birds,
Each engine block a phoenix caught and held and
Perpetually resurrected under her sweet as$.

It’s just that I have nowhere else to go,
And thievery is so much more beautiful near the seashore,
Now why are you coming in swimmingly or up in the air-
Why don’t you love me, if only because I am not
Of the flock of other men in your immediate vicinity,
Or it is because you are not real.

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