Robert Rorabeck Poems

Tenebrous squalor of words, I do not love you,
And the world is disjointed and all of the sons of all of
The mothers and fathers are far away from their
Trailer parks: they are being looked after by strangers,
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Weakness drowning in the camouflage of a tiger,
I do not know how I will wake up again,
With the traffic going over the overpasses, and the
Waves seeping up the sands- it does not feel
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Jumping over those hills feels like a joy
Even though grandmother is gone and I am no longer
A little boy- Going through those woods
Like a river in its cradle, smelling the burning sugar
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Shoulders of airplanes over the rainstorm of
A forest- While I think of you, it almost feels alright to
Be alone, even while all of the castles are so brilliant
After midnight though there is no one ever home:
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Filmed on the libido of a firefly,
The storm flared up as the lovers went inside:
After the honeymoon, and down from the mountain,
They thought to drown again underneath the moon,
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I am a good boy and I get up from an early
Number from my slumber,
And I say to the kissing teeth of the vipers
That from my windows
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There they go marching like ants through
The green courts beneath the echinopsis where before
Their words were once beautiful and
Read by kindergarteners-
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The foundations of your barcodes look good
From here- they seem to be sleeping in their windowsills,
Just like the wives you have chosen
While the traffic drives all night, especially the trucks
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They had friends who made love for
A little while arm and arm beneath the cars in between
The middle of their classes
Like turtles eating orchids- and they sang to her of
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Juvenile doves enjoying the architectures
Of their jaundiced neighborhoods:
They don’t even believe the air will support them,
But they start off:
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