Robert Rorabeck Poems

In January my wife will be here—and I may or may not
Still be a school teacher—but the fair will come,
And I will have a companion to go with me to the fair—
The light will circulate around the earth,
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Made of daydreams of silent preponderance,
I drink rum—and liquor,
Eat soup, and then contemplate drinking more
Rum,
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I love you more than my cousin of silent thought—
As the blue cat, enamored of Indian headdress, sated by
Porcupines and the first European explorers to this
Region,
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Places lost from treasures, and crystal, mathematical labyrinths
Bled around the perimeters of likeminded castles—
Girls who have wondered so lonely from the isometric holidays,
Who have burned away from those cages—
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Not much to her, as the dead lay around
The Alamo—and the ghosts lit the candles of
The phosphorous of the stars,
And the boy who remained surviving,
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Into your houses that stand for nothing—popcorn light
That gets blinded on the 4th of July
While I steal the lonely bicycle from your garage:
And I was your high school teacher for a week
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Your house looks like a daydream of simple structures:
In fact, I remember vomiting in the wishing wells of
Your mall—fouling up all of your establishing compliments
Kitty-corner to the bookstore
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Your house looks like a daydream of simple structures:
In fact, I remember vomiting in the wishing wells of
Your mall—fouling up all of your establishing compliments
Kitty-corner to the bookstore
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Another Monday in the sun—looking up and searching the
Airplanes leaping the burning everglades for the
Answers—and the answers come:
Daycare and kindergarten—and any words are poems
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Sad as an elephant who can never drive—
Looking up through the Disney World of your Heavens—
All of the joy bought and sold,
Until what is left matriculates down to your neighborhood
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