Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,955 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Fantasies Of His Yesterdays - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The conquistadors could never survive,
Because we are all just men
Making love to anonymous women,
Selling Christmas trees;
And I hoped to look into your eyes, but you
Were with your better men,
Or married with a hypnotic badge,
Fully into exegesis and not in need of
A stranger’s bouquets,
So I kept doing all that I could do,
Getting drunk and masturbating like the sun
With worse and worse eye sight
Trying to leap lightly forward, but never
Escaping the fantasies of his yesterdays.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009



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