Robert Rorabeck Poems

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1431.
The Roses Of Stolen Ribs

Fleet as the cannons go, coughing their verbs
Through the melting snow:
As it happens right here, along the long drooling jaws
Of the hermaphrodites
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1432.
Like A Knight Himself

Oh, the black knuckles fought with orchids
Of the dwarves of semiprecious high school:
While I only thought of myself, and I curled that way:
And I got up late and I missed the bus:
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1433.
With So Many Songs

It doesn’t happen that I am here and counting down
And brandishing magpies in my cathedrals,
And becoming all of the otherwise thoroughly unhooked,
And making love to the misaligned maypoles of the acolytes of
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1434.
In Our Unrecognized Hands

Lovelessly, enjoy the tennebaums of infrastructure:
Salient as a terrapin just knocked up at a
Bowling alley,
Jog your pin-shelled hips along the consumptive avenue,
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1435.
Souvenirs

Learning to taste the fiberglass of a reckless void,
Or that there is something beautiful in the sea
That really doesn’t belong to her, but
Just in the words of her high school that has blown
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1436.
To Believe A Thing

Slipping through the abandoning collisions of children,
While all of the adults have to sit a spell,
Because all they have learned about the world is that it
Is up to no good;
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1437.
The Soft Blue Footpaths

Through these warm collusions I devise the memories
Of the lonely romances where I once was a truancy,
Saddled up to highest cul-de-sacs in the patriotic
Foothills that coiled like serpents in love;
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1438.
Glass Of Spirited Sorrow

So overcome with a sadness that I cannot feel
The air conditioning:
I sit and eat in my little house and watch movies,
Waiting for you to call;
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1439.
The Workings Of Their Darkness

Chrysalis from a glass blower’s hypnosis;
Under the tinkering roofs, underneath the sun that is
All about metamorphosis,
The queasy feeling in the stomachs of little boys
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1440.
Immortality

Lost things parked on the road, and the satellites mew
As they fluctuate over a heathen’s suburbia:
And I don’t have to look away- but I do: there is wine in the
Glass,
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