Robert Rorabeck Poems

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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In the candy graves of your mother's breast feeding
You will lie down,
And your eyes, yes your eyes, will close
From looking at too many birds;
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Into the nocturnal bouquets how
Will you pretend to find me, before and after
You've had children with another man—
And what was I but another playground
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Beauty in a wound of a pyramid—standing over
Mummies and the clefts of the sommeliers—
It is all you need to touch yourself and to find yourself
Out, while
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Oh, never mind the broken words of
Siamese twins—
I just want to check out the layout of
The sun,
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Sadness in the wound cries the lightest Pieta
From the armpit of the carport
Where your mother does the wash,
Or you know who you are—
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When the night gets busied,
How the airplanes sky, stretching like the velvet
Canopies of hummingbirds across
The classroom's constellations,
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In a classroom—In a bedroom—Or in a place
Not really here,
I killed or made love to the sea—
Falling all over her, while my wife sang pop songs
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All of the strange relicts were gone by Christmas,
And I got married one year ago—
So my heart wouldn't have to die
By the usual flight paths of another replication of
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And you looked beautiful for a minute—
Now the minute is up,
The airplane as flown—
The fox has flown the coop—
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