Robert Rorabeck

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

Mickey Mouse - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I do not read for you my alphabet of tigers:
It is not publishable,
As the teacher lays sweating outside with his students,
Thinking that some of them are terribly beautiful,
But terribly frightened to admit it:
And there are so many levels to explore beneath him:
Of trapped dwarves,
And hoarding dragons and armies of animated
To finally get out of the trap door and into the other
Side of illusion:
But for now there are only these things in the twilight
Before Christmas as the lions sleep and
The alligators sleep
Like the football teams in their anthills of bedrooms-
And you lay pushed to him,
Opened mouthed in one deep part of the river,
But staying with him you will never have to see Mickey
And your world remains different and far away,
Filled with the stain glass of churches switching places
With a vermilion and ever-changing sea.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 24, 2011

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