Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

In A Courtship Of Nonsense - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It isn't that I want to live that way—like the sun
And the moon,
In a courtship of nonsense—like bodies pegged to
Bodies—
The billowing cadavers of another preternatural
Midway—
And always someone who is gossiping—
As they seem to be trying to make a tract of their
Shells—
Most of the time failing—sometimes doing some
Good—
But giving everyone else a hard time—
Yes, I believe—this is how it fairs, if it fairs so well:
Weather, foul or good, overhead—
Like over passes over the flea markets,
With all of the beautiful wives always going somewhere.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012


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