Robert Rorabeck

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

On My Mind - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Girls whose bosoms heave behind cash
Every day I perceive
Underneath the honey canopy,
Out from the days of our school,
Venal truancies, I don’t know:
I just get drunk and tan out on the easements,
My body in hand,
And these are the songs for the days or holidays
Of long ago,
Paper airplanes all basking on the open
Match box cars bogged down in the grass,
And now she comes in and shakes her ass,
And later on we’ll have a long siesta limbs fully entwined
Underneath the penumbra of ceiling fans;
The evening will surcease and
I will float away with Sharon on my mind,
My sick muse making me very sure that I can plagiarize
And the test will still be good,
And I will not have to die as long as I have her on my mind.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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