Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Listen To The Mausoleums Grow - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am beautiful but tight knotted:
I will never sell,
But I am good for suffocating boats;
And the rest of your day is full of liars,
But you read me and it is good enough
For making love with
And I can’t drive trucks, and the funny thing is
I cant even spell,
But I am getting out of the bird bath before the
Mass migrations;
And even before the song ends, the bird bath is quite
Empty and perfectly teal:
And Erin doesn’t return my calls:
She thinks she has the upper hand, but she doesn’t
Even remember who I am,
And I lie my head underneath the clouds and seem to give
The same smile that they always give at the end of the show;
And happily I listen to the mausoleums grow.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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