Possibilities Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Possibilities
I play dice with
Bicycles,
So don’t you try to look
Me in the eyes,
Or I’ll roll matching poisonous
Right into your
Changing room of souls;
But you can look up to
The skies,
To the sweet underbelly of
Those jouncing vessels
Drying their gowns in the layers
Of sweet atmospheric
Clothing lines
Through castles of….
Oh well, I don’t
Know how many
Viperous
Possibilities-
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