Robert Rorabeck

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

The Behemoths Of Our Suddenly To Bloom Lives - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Glasses burning in classroom of beautiful women
Who are all gurgling up on a shelf,
But at least I know how to expeditiously take off a bra,
And in my bedrooms I don’t have to be alone all
The time,
And it feels like a good game of baseball when I
Get lucky,
And the islands spill out beneath me so close that
I can leap:
And the cobwebs are of unicorns,
And the dungeons are empty and sparkling, and I have
Become a hero drinking in the first spills of daylight outside
Of churches,
So in the morning when the buses come and the clouds
I can be brazed by the low flying airplanes who are just
That the terrapins are snacking in the greasy yards of
Hibernating housewives,
As the calcifying song plays over the entire neighborhood
Until it becomes a grottos for virgins,
As we go spelunking blinding into one another,
Our senses echoing through the behemoths of our suddenly
To bloom lives.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010

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