Robert Rorabeck

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

Forever, Forever Need - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Oh my god what a mess:
That the city shouldn’t sleep, but goes around
Its rounds,
The pretty girls of their cars giving you
The very poignant ups and downs:
With their eyes, their eyes like Ganymede,
Like f^cking stars:
Girls that you’d like to remember, who are
Impossible to forget,
Girls who are always like after a rain shower
In a bamboo forest,
Wet and wet and wet.
They slip through the city in a sorority of pretty
And their thighs are always ready to bash,
And bash- and bash.
Their thighs are always ready. They are like baseball
Even at seven in the morning, which is the time that
It is now,
And they sing to their young daughters all
Transitory in sleep,
Of how to defeat the cowboys, and of how it is that
They should never weep,
While some of up them hold my heart in their pretty
Clawed hands,
And sip of it like homeless wine as they gossip in
Their chicken coops:
They sip of it and straddle the spaces through which
They proceed:
They sip of its beating, beating,
And they sip of its forever, forever need.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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