Robert Rorabeck Poems

Lesser names are mine of joy:
That I have been writing all of my life for one single
Boy out
Huddling nakedly amidst the sugar cane rattling his brain for
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I polished my floors while I thought of you
Tonight,
Alma:
And I did my very best: I drove by your house, but your
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The bodies burn in yellow candles like cadavers
Who are on the Spanish hillside,
But I guess we always have to start somewhere and somehow:
I broke your golden jewelry when you let me make love
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I hooked a forty pound kingfish-
I fowled him on my line,
But my house still has termites and Alma:
Sweet
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My body still curls up at the toes after some fashion:
Alma still makes love at night and
Sleeps with her husband,
And by this she makes me more unreal while I am still hooking
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Alma, do you get high at looking by yourself while you
Drive down the road,
While you haven’t even realized all of the presents I have
Written for you:
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The day is over and Alma is lost to me again;
It rained today- I thought of killing myself,
Because my house has termites, but even without a
House I could vagabond,
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The day has a brown river with a need for
Going down hill-
The airplanes are making believe they are angels,
While there is someone in Africa far away:
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I have no more choice but to continue my either or
Torment through the zoetrope of my breath:
There we go flickering beside the people we know so
Little about
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Killing myself like the overindulgence of flowers eventually
Does to bees,
Drinking Guatemalan rum while the other and all too rich families
Go down to sleep in their downy wells,
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