Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,848 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

In A Fretful Slumber - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I am skipping school again
I wonder where I will go
Now that I am a teacher
And locked in here:
Over my shoulders, the perpetual rainstorms of
Boulders
Billowing upwards in the fabricated zoo:
Like my love
Underneath the overpasses- and my wishes for
Her,
Muse who has betrayed me once again,
And after so many nights has not given me
The secret to these castles
And has left me to love so many no ones
In successions of the rainstorms
Of hotels
Besides the passageways up and down to her-
Conquistadors in a fretful slumber,
Lumps of coal tossed to rats
As it seems as if we are made to believe in her anyways:
Strange echoes of her mother leapt into the fields
Underneath our banderas-
She has had us for a laugh, but as the fair continues
Away, she is still laughing
And it seems as if she’s begun to cry.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 9, 2011


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