Janice Headed Reckoning Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Janice Headed Reckoning



I love you,
Susan;
You are my god-
I want nothing more
Than to bask
In the verdant esplanades
Beneath your tremulous bosom;
But I am a pantheist
And the other gods,
They are insouciantly jealous
Just waking up like flies from
The daub;
It will be for us the same kind
Of hell, I reckon.

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Kerry O'Connor 23 September 2009

This is the ONE, I think. Fantastic.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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