Robert Rorabeck Poems

When the day laborers peek under your skirt,
In your doll house there are bears,
And after they make love, what will you say to your
Mother- that I am waiting outside in your car,
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In the art class of your eyes there was a fire,
When all of the kindergarteners were on a fieldtrip
To the communal wishing well-
Then you still couldn’t even see me, but you
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Even though as silent as a fox watching whatever
Housewives are on display behind the bright
Bright windows in the upset zoetrope of
The apoplectic weather, I sing to you like a mute
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Statures of Christmas trees always being sold
Into twilight to a zoetrope of high heeled housewives
As the foxes fish quite constantly from the side steps
Of the canal where the green and copper
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Nooses of sky over green pepper fields-
A grandfather and a granddaughter attending,
The coral snakes under hooves of loose thoughts drifting
Away like stolen bicycles,
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Maybe the snow that
Melts in your yard comes to
Me as rain, as tears.
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Hey baby doll- now you are in my visions
As the clouds cloud over the snakes milking the cows
Or the housewives just watching them
With ravens in the nets of their eyes:
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Westernly and bold, as if fireworks being shot
Down from the stars that are skirt
In the pinpricks that freckle the highway in a
Heavenly zoetrope of lush but
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Heavy petting while you have trouble breathing
As the sky is clotted with the heavens that the airplanes
Fly through as if some silver instruments for
The operation- while down beneath of them
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I go into a strange neighborhood and make love
To a strange woman- back and forth through the gates
Of her suburbia- she seems as if about to fall
Asleep as I make love to her,
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