Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,848 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Heartlands Of Saint Augustine - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I am drunk,
And the real day was real gone
And over,
And it was a real fit
With many enemies,
And many incredulous eyes that faded
From me to more staunched men,
But who am I to care:
I am imperfect, but I am somehow beautiful,
And I will go on forever,
And someone guessed to know this in
High school
While I just want to be the fox warmed off
The chicken feathers of your sweet coup,
And I know your name,
So let me enter through the porticos of your
Barbed wires
Before we are both one and the same,
Our common sexes extinguished by that common
Flame:
What I mean to say is that I just want to live
Forever,
Forever, by just saying your name,
So who else do you have to blame if you don’t
Return the same,
Sweet, sweet girl whose sister lives in the heartlands of
Saint Augustine.

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/3/2009 8:56:00 AM)


    poetic! i now recall my lessons in philosophy about him... nice one.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009



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