Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Your All Too Happy Conquistador - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If I want to slow and beautiful,
Wouldn’t it be like combing your hair under
The trick lights of a carnival-
I don’t know- I don’t know,
But even the cars are weeping
While the airplanes leap like gentle gentlemen
Through the air,
And I know your name, and who you’ve
Been with in the smoking jackets of awful weather;
And that is why I’ve had to climb so many
Mountains,
And even tonight I say your name to put
Pedro to sleep,
Because it is not beautiful where I live:
There are awful gang fights, and hungry mice
Who cannot speak,
But if I had you here then we could roller coaster
Across the crenulated space of chlorinated
Amusements:
That’s what we’re going to do, once you leave
Your life
Behind,
And let me become your all too happy conquistador.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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