Robert Rorabeck Poems

Peeks clouded in ennui: I don’t even think they
Could even be real,
As schools are closing, and teachers are going on vacation,
But eventually all of it clears and maybe I can make love to
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So I am going up as I am going down,
And the bodies recall their positions and I remember that
Erin once went into my bedroom in high school and
We watched a movie with the door closed:
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Words, words: you pile up like colors,
Like excrement on the floor of kindergarten,
And I can still remember my dirt roads that I
Disbelieved in,
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The fortifications became striking
At night—
The way they light up the wall
For the enemy,
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While I was thinking of
another girl's atoms
and how even
though distant from her
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Sometimes when it rains in my dreams
You come to me through damp oak trees,
When the day is but a suggestion of
Grandfather’s light smoking between the leaves.
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You get home and take a
Shower trying to wash off the
Molten day, how the sun has made love
To you and is now done with you;
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Tonight I told myself I would write—
I bought a bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum
And a bag of limes, so I could sail those long forgotten seas alone
And end up someplace familiar along Florida’s east coast where
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By the gowned streets
Citied with people
Walking in trails of phosphor
About in the slag of the metallic quarry,
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Please don’t go away and marry
The mortician—I have been in his rafters,
And the black widow spiders tell me he is no good for you—
I am dead, but I am Casper the friendly ghost—
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