Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,996 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Pitch-Fork Pines - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I can make the sound for you:
I can make the sound:
I can say your name a resurrect for you from the ground;
But you never did care enough for me
While I was around:
I can make the sound for you: I can make the sound:
I can thoroughly arise for you,
Arise from the very ground: I can carry to town for you:
I can carry to town:
All the things I ever grew for you, the cornucopias that I misspoke
And misspelled for you,
While the night vanishes, while the day harrumphs- Haroomphs:
I can forgive you underneath the
Long and pointed crowns of
The pitch-fork pines: we can wait for hurricanes,
Or I can just go down on you-
I can just go down.


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  • (4/23/2010 8:23:00 AM)


    I really like this one, rob. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010



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