Robert Rorabeck Poems

Imperfect though beautiful weather
Inflating the weather veins,
Carving the tombstones were the zoetropes
Of lost housewives step so
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I try, match in the wind- I flame-
And die after school- the busses leave me
Like Monarch butterflies,
The lions finish the yawn,
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Moon grows over the snakes
As I wonder what they are feeling: their bodies
Must feel the grass, each
Blade like a kiss, as they sojourn to the well,
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Light as smooth as rainstorms
And then of purple cars- I can feel my pulse
In the highway
Underneath the sky- as you move with
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I suppose you are lying- the sky so wide
It drapes the rivers and the places
Where people lie
Beside the traffic where light is moving;
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Daylight unifying us as our bodies
Move- this species
And its baseball, the failures of my words:
The empty cadences of a busy hall-
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Failures of the every day and of my songs:
Box cars stuck alongside the highway
That even the tourists don’t care about- weathering,
As the forests curdle,
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Now I am up again, loveless above the meadow:
The most of me a failure in the light-
Looking down at the tossed about cities,
Developing vertigo
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Soft moonlight in a movie theatre
And kisses-
Touching over the handicaps of the senses:
And it is alright,
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Soft moonlight in a movie theatre
And kisses-
Touching over the handicaps of the senses:
And it is alright,
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