Robert Rorabeck Poems

Angles of light proceed me—Soon they will be
Fishing around my skull—
In amphitheaters of skullduggery I will swear
That you can never remember—
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Come to me through the angles of lost
Science,
Of how the pleasant men used to have to
Look at the earth:
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Now I am as famished as a stone sitting upon the
High ground—while my wife lies beside me,
Reading in the night—
As the waves caress the shore, as the airplanes
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The same relaxing meaning drinking its liquor in
The middle of
The country while the race cars race
And the baseball plays its games—what is left for
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I drink as I stand and the night vanished
Without any reason—
I do not have any more personality than the morning,
And the most of what I've done should be
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In the fieldtrips of demigods of cartoons
I keep going on and on while the day is spent and my peers
Get older and older until they become reprobate—
And this lands becomes a mutual fairytale
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Place me in the salesroom of another
Gypsie's queen and I will moth off for you—
I will throw my own father underneath the buss—
As the most beautiful of women still try to survive
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This is a strange song of your hypnotism
This is another candle's flame haunting another forgotten birthday—
And how the park echoes without your absence—
How I used to buy you breakfast before you had to
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A weekend disappears and I sit on my
Couch across from my dog—
My wife in the shower and I am drinking
Rum. The airplanes have either gone to
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In this conundrum there is nobody to buy
Ice-cream—the entire town has vanished
Like apples from their trees:
The day laborers have gone back to trailer
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