Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Delinquent Heiresses - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Egos masked in bodies, rise like blue gills towards
The sun,
Stare at airplanes as if they were prettied women,
Instruments of athletes tossed across the heavens
To wedge in the saddles and key holes
Of industrialized mountains where the roses and bears
Grow as thickly as kisses;
And we can run to them, naked of our shadows,
Peeling with out gears recognizing the strange delights
Of simulacrums metamorphosed to the senses-
As color is seeded into the blindness in the basins that
We follow- higher up nosebleeds that the cheerleaders swallow-
They seem to be exhausted but gleeful around
A cairn tear fallen into the skree-
What careful apartments torn, their fabrics bruised- they
Line up with their trays along the saddle of mines, to be
Fed the pollinations of angels’ knees-
The deities of ghost towns, feed the delinquent heiresses
From the napes of their imaginations’ honey-
And it runs down their polishing throats and into their valleys:
And it sings in their tummies as they lay down like
Horses in a field of wet barely- and we climb up before them
Just to summit and look down-
There they are lying beneath us, as the sun strokes the saddle
And kisses our necks as we tumble back down.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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