Robert Rorabeck Poems

A Christmas tree in a living room,
A maiden lost in a forest—
Words spoken from the top of an empty heaven
Having to call down to an overflowing living
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Joined at the hip to your cathedrals of ill fish—
Legs keeping warm like match sticks in an
Exhibit of forest—
As everything else dies—as the fairs turn away—
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Tricks of racehorses lying in bed with my
Wife—waiting to go to school again
Tomorrow—
So many sorry archangels—the stained glass
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I tried many nights surviving to the sounds of
Airplanes—
As unbusied bachelors jumped and left the
Earth—
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If it wasn't a rose, then tell my why the stars don't shine—
Pictures of beautiful men in a blind classroom-
And heavens that don't let out until the catastrophes of
A classroom are done—
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In the inevitable shutdowns of the butterfly houses
The seniors will have their misfits and their
Graduations—
Even if it is an entire castle, while I have been driving
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Oh, for awhile,
There was a zoo, in the lighthouses of
The sky,
Kissing opened mouth, oh—for a while,
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And then I will survive forever in nothing
In the absentee places where the highways leave
The Earth
Teaming,
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The children of the grapevine of vanishing airplanes seem
The be according to eh fullness of the emptiness
Of anywhere—
While we still try to pull out, the vanishing purple
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If you'll smile I'll believe there are
Angels in Puerto Rico
And not only cheap rum,
And we'll find some way to evacuate the
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