Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,791 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Trying Themselves - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

One thousand gypsum fairytales
Just trying to keep my tailfins
Pretending to be another
A thousand and ten miles away from
And when it gets cloudy, we sell
Christmas trees:
Just me and my wife,
And the dwarf—
And my grandfather, why,
He is dead,
But fully satisfied now that he has
His anatomical request—
And in the morning floods
And toy boats
With vaginas—
And my hands typing away in the
Hedgerows beneath a cloud—
While a thousand girls get off to
Inside the theatres of the hurricanes
That are trying themselves to be
Not so very loud.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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