Robert Rorabeck Poems

Wastrels on the trunks of some trees
The stewardesses have disappeared behind,
Kissing after their pilots who
Are sailing the paper airplanes
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Nonsense of ribbons tied around the apple bows:
The houselights linger and the housewives
Prepare the pretty feast of the bodies
In their views: they spring around the tables that
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Nonsense of ribbons tied around the apple bows:
The houselights linger and the housewives
Prepare the pretty feast of the bodies
In their views: they spring around the tables that
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I haven’t been laughing:
The racehorses are not pretty, bastioned as they
Stand, gelded stockings
Prisms of last changes:
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I spend all night living in exile
And dreaming of my beautiful sister in laws
Exhumed by the flames:
There they are, continuing up from their
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Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
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And I have this dream of
Screaming my mothers name
As a child
In the carport- as it rains:
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I’ve got the blues picking the sound
Of cherry blossoms as they wonder
How they will be
Pollinated- as there is a ghost hung up
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Prevalence of lost as the cars go home,
And smoke drifts
To the sky like evaporations of sign language:
Girls bouncing in school,
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They say in their slumber many things- great things
The size of nothing,
As the parks lay empty save for the preternatural
Light somehow discovered
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