Robert Rorabeck Poems

Candle light doused in the sea underneath the
Pretty fort: what have you been doing, but holding
Your breath and not making any wishes,
And now your time is out, and nothing can be given to
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Amber perfumes of a forest with bees,
Up in the joints where the butterflies go to
Die going blind in the moping
Draperies of angels, and languishing there
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Moon and Indians above the pylons
Of a coral castle at right angles and all the purple
Angels disappearing into the obscure darkness with
Their badges
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Uneven developments except for the pigments of her
Brown body:
She will go home to him now, and enjoy him as she
Enjoys her family, in the hemisphere that is their
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Greenness of walls, of fields and rivers, of the envy of
Foxes: all day long waiting for the wash down the
Long throats of mountains into parlors
Or arcades
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Another anthem without the girls:
Here is the down trodden making love to the
Blistered leaves,
In a cathedral of ant lions that the sky presumes
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Hobbies of bobby pins and new Christmases:
I spend all of my day off ejaculating in my yard, or doing
The laundry- these are so much the housewives chores,
But they have all gone up to their cathedrals;
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Bellies of dungeons
Running as shallow as my tears-
She will awaken dreaming of
Another man
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Bullies on the sidelines of my love
Looking at the underbelly or penumbra
Of the arc hidden in the Swedish alps
Like voyeurisms of milkmaids
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In backyards things grow
Un worrisome of the
School kids in the school
Yards, bathing in ripe
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