Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Diseases Of This World - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Days and days of fieldtrips for stallions where everyone is
A winner:
Now I wonder if I will ever win, down at the dog track where
The unicorns surrendered;
And I get very tall and go masturbating through the parking lots
For Alma,
Skipping and saving myself while the cars pearl and sparkle:
And I catch fetching visions as if I was a crocodile of
Young lovers hinging upon hinges,
And tonguing each other like letters collected in a rain shower:
They are not eager to leave, and my car
Has a dead battery: I watch Sharon go by: the grass lisps:
Lighting hits the converter,
And the day is bright but dark: I fight a young boy named Bruce:
I sucker punch him and I win, and then we all drive off together
To other houses where I can fight a succession of other men:
Beautiful lice crawl through the bright hair of my forearms,
The parks are downsized.
Alma is married. Sharon is married.
And I think my aunt gave me her lice before she left for Chattanooga

Comments about Diseases Of This World by Robert Rorabeck

  • (4/30/2010 9:22:00 PM)

    nice...thanks rob... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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