Robert Rorabeck Poems

God touched the
Charismatic youth on
His subtle shoulder and spoke,
“I like this one.”
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With the daylight dancing
invisible truth in tiny heated
segments of God being played out
through the day’s household,
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She drinks; she:

Drinks in a velvet cushioned confessional;
Has ideas strung out under the cerulean cones in
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They just go on and one,
Don’t they- and they can start up in
Anyway,
Like pulling the choke string on a kite
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Red in the handlebars of the sun,
Something always gold-
And I can hardly hold on:
I don’t like to look where she is milking,
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I give more words, like an overdose:
We use shovels to raise the dead, cheap
Eucharist. Mother is looking at me again,
With those eyes like robin’s eggs,
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Caffeine has me up, while they make love
In another sea, spilling vocabulary words
I haven’t memorized: the piano plays behind
The unmowed grass, like minutes of sunlight
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The final common man crossed me with his sword,
Said there will be a night beside the sea when the lord
Will rise,
Arms outstretching, a denouement epiphany,
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The ocean is so close to me,
As if this overpass were a cradle:
The earliest stars are like her eyes to me,
And her lips an offering ladle;
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