Robert Rorabeck Poems

Soft and as entangled as the snowflakes of
Siamese twins who have been
Weeping upon the subzero playgrounds
So much that they've become stuck to
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Into those playful enigmas where
The poetess always find out that they are dying,
The fairgrounds come and then are passed
Away, ass%oles and clowns passed
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Jealous as the children are to souls,
As new words are to the memory,
As the cars lay outside, tanning in their parking
Lots,
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You f-ed up big time
On the other side of the yellowest
Caution tape,
And now I know I've seen
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Life is not about facts,
But about becoming cold-hearted bonfires—
As the moon delivers itself to the feral
Cats on a platter,
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The same memories were the killjoy
Sensations, losing the knowledge of words
Like blood,
As the girls stepped barefooted out
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Plagiarisms of the sunlight happen every day,
As we get up and go
To our classrooms just to look at the
Girls who tell us about the weather—
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Elbows of the garden stretch cantankerously
As I try to look at you from
The corner of my eye—
Brown skinned Mexican, beautiful girl we
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Soft in the brown webs of the pond,
Leaking from the roots of the cemeteries,
Airplanes who get up and yawn—
Like lions in their estuaries—
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Beautiful girls who are like
Disney World
While the sirens sing like angels—
Visions of the quickest of the silver rains—
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