Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,700 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Cat's Cradle - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A fly in the liver drinks
The worm.
The knife with no
Conscious can see
The translucent arrow
Barbed in the flesh,
The shaft out of the
Abscessing heart cavity.

Stop her now,
The thief in her house
Disguised with a
Ring and his last name.
Her auburn curls
Cascade,
Because she has gone
Down on me—
I let her play my video
Game.

The lawful charade
The court conspired,
And her stock-broking
Fathered footed the bill.
From another state
They bound me in
Barbed wire and
Turned on the electricity.

Pulling the catgut to
Her heart,
Like a cellular phone,
She shot through the core
Like an apple,
The organ that sang for her
Is now harpooned.
In the midnight hour
I can feel her power,
As the dish ran away
With the spoon.


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  • (10/15/2007 1:34:00 AM)

    fun to read; i caught a dancing rhythm. ~~ cleverly written. ~~sjg (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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