Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,024 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Jack And His Stewardesses - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

In my new house I am
Leapt over by
Stewardesses hourly,
Which is really amazing,
And just now I have nothing
Else to sell,
And I am happy, so happy
For all these just scars
That some untrue god has given me;
I know that I will still
Go to sleep forever under
The séances of
Ceiling fans,
But now these too will be
Leapt over by
The opal stems of the
Erudite stewardesses, who
Go away
Not unlike birthday wishes
Serving overpriced
Drinks to
Their breathless if
Lucky businessmen.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010



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