Robert Rorabeck Poems

Bandy-legged but wearing your favorite color of
Helmet with Ulysses’ wings:
I float on the clouds the mariposas struggle for,
And I pay to sneak into the zoo with you Alma, last Monday,
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The party lasses are at their sport
Batting eyes across the flight plans of their daily tennis
Courts:
And you ring up their acts on your machine Alma:
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My liver laps up this fire like kittens do milk
Like vampires:
And I knelt on the other side of your vehicle today
Alma
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Part of the hemisphere is thick with
Rainbows,
Alma: and I can barely remember Colorado:
That is how far away I am from my last love,
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I told you that I jerk off underneath my sister’s
Car three or four times a day for you,
Alma, and your aunt said it was only natural
While the students were moving as busy as you please
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You can hold up a Christmas tree almost with your
Eyes and I am near then I can defeat the caterpillars
And the bees making dresses in the yellow coral,
And the snakes will moan the fire signals
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The midgets have my new heads in their cradles,
And my mother enjoyed her flowers on her day,
But I am greedy and the rest of my flowers have been for
Alma,
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Crepuscule will be happening again:
Here it is: oops, it has gone, and the parks are emptied
And the homes become brightly lit as the traffic
Is parked and we are home
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Bodies are tender boxes- and my ears burn over the dells
Of wet mountains,
And the fireworks sizzle and come off, and someone is always learning
To read or ride a bicycle:
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Born in the silver forts and there you are, Alma:
Brown as the most auburns of snows in my bed:
And we lay together,
And I paint your copper cannons green with my tongue,
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