Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,193 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Mermaids In The Pretty Sea - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lutes played by satyrs from a graveyard of
Across the streets, where all of the old pornographic
Magazines are stored:
Across the canal in a world my mother never
Opened her eyes to see:
Words on the wings of chameleon insects
That sleep in the nuptials of the wild
Beautiful girls who have metamorphosed
Beneath the sand boxes in the land of the gossiping
Places I have gone to while sleeping alone
Half of my life away,
Looking down from the second floor of a yellow
Studio apartment,
Watching the lesbians swim like fresh water otters
In a chlorinated exhibit—
The rest of the university spreading its patina
Behind them:
They row against one another as I am going with
A girl I do not love—
They sing songs to one another that do not
Exist anywhere else—
The diurnal dreams of their exhibits lasting
Half a lifetime between my ears—
As a succession of muses cross their airplanes before
My eyes:
Stewardesses who once molted fall to earth
And immediately join the marching band that is
Taking all of the prettiest boys I do not wish to
Remember to see their own reflections
Sleeping with the narcoleptic mermaids in the pretty sea.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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