Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Somewhere Near The Apex Of The Greater And More Somnolent Onward Desert - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Drunken cathedrals, this is what you do to me,
Keep me dry for a very little while
And then letting in the rains as
You hum for me;
And, oh my god, I cant believe I was just with
That girl,
Younger than my little sister underneath the plane
That so very recently some trigger-happy scientist figured
Out was round;
And now we swing in ellipses; we swing and come without
A sound,
And I wonder what her apartment looks like;
I think that it should look like a snow white Christmas,
With so many coats and furs of animals
That no longer exists, or that should never have existed;
Tonight, I made love to an incredible creature
Which was like a defeated fable underneath the playground
Of those fabulous inventions of man which
Go forever onward over-leaping the playgrounds of this
Earth,
Holding their breath, maybe experiencing harmony,
Until once or twice again their wings touch down, like
Butterflies migrating through a truck stop in Texas,
Warming to their comrades and yet perceiving that their bright
And yellow death lies somewhere nearer the apex of
The greater and more somnolent onward desert.


Comments about Somewhere Near The Apex Of The Greater And More Somnolent Onward Desert by Robert Rorabeck

  • (2/6/2010 1:00:00 PM)


    I love the upbeat feel to this poem, Rob. It puts you in a happy place :) (Report) Reply

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  • (2/6/2010 10:49:00 AM)


    This one is a bit of a whirl wind. It must have been some great sex though. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010



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