Robert Rorabeck Poems

Vaporized until finally hushed:
The vulpine mouths sated off of so many grapes
And housewife breasts:
And the roads again aquamarine, cooling softly and not
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You need to leave him
With the sun coming up
And shooting through the sodden fields
As if an angelic sorority
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Into the heroisms of
Bright tenements
I find myself dying,
Scarred and
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It is my job to drink this
Liquor,
To sit like a scarred basement
Underneath
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It opens up in all of us
A smoking ballroom
Where the airplanes
Fighter jet, or dissapear;
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Loose ribbons enfolding
A shrine:
Alma’s arms are fired
From throwing watermelons
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Quivering in an entropy of
Miles;
While I really love you on
The highway, Alma,
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Ladders that defeat their roofs
Raise up splendidly to
Cut their throats for
So many unrequited promises
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This is how it happens-
This rude experiment,
Bringing over to her my lunches
While the vultures circle with
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The greenness has no plans for defeat,
So close to the sea
While the blood is up
And the bees are exploring madly
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