Robert Rorabeck Poems

I don’t remember how I started out
Almost drunken from the boat, diving to
Save that pearl,
The sun a parasol all through the school day/
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The sound of your fellows sound very fine
On the wharf- they are holding their heads up as
They swim,
And looking across the entire pueblo- They are looking
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Are you in love with him,
The man you sleep with, with your flag around:
There in the pools of what joy your family has given
To you, Alma- You called him down
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Overpasses and overpasses of tools,
Fluctuating dynamite- words spill from the caesuras
Of what I know,
Listening to the human language of flat tires,
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Unkempt cars filled with nude women-
Now I walk barefooted across the empty shells to
Get to them,
Petroglyphs cutting my feet that are only five years
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This is a good sipping rum- I have dolls
From Haiti and Peru in my kitchen,
And chameleons that run through my yard-
When I was very young,
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This is a good sipping rum- I have dolls
From Haiti and Peru in my kitchen,
And chameleons that run through my yard-
When I was very young,
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Ripples of empty bottles
Crenellate across the forgotten tracks
Where the elk have shed their
Crowns- beginning to think of death
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You met me with your bullet holes across the
Sea of fences-
Or at least the sea horses were here, anyways,
In the tiny architectures of the
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It happened upon occasions that I was not
Here,
But I saw your grandmother out in her yard
Doing something with it:
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