Robert Rorabeck

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

The Lonely Girls - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They said in the pornography of
That the students would be highlighted
And fill up the highways
Built for them-
Bright emptiness over their
Disproportionate bodies-
Always grooming- strange lottery
Molting through the hallway,
And the girls like living dolls fighting
Against the vortex-
Brilliant elbows, prisms of
The garden of Eden-
Not even one of them holding out,
Going with the currents of the middle-
Class heaven-
Nude windows without any curtains,
And tomorrow comes
Like a graveyard singing-
Like bobcats whistling for their very lives
Trying to find the immortal castle
Through the blinding armories of
The queen’s rose-bleeding garden- prostitutes
And the lonely girls left out of the pages,
Sleeping with the tortoises through the weekends
Of broken down school busses-
And the angels, who lose their faith,
Flying lower and lower, expecting to find them
There and befriend them like lovers you somehow
Failed to mention.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011

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