Robert Rorabeck Poems

A skeleton gets
Nervous
Reading pamphlets in
Disney World-
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By sweetened virtue I start out, dashing as the cavalier
Knight:
The butterflies cut from the paper from the womb of a
Beautiful girl’s diary:
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Butterflies and rainbows of death over
The skulls of Mexico: my god, this is how you sing
To me in your rainbows and fieldtrips of
Death
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Raindrops in a tortoise's shell,
Overturned beside the road—no more little
Souls inside of it,
And no reason to call this a soup of tears:
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I can make the sound for you:
I can make the sound:
I can say your name a resurrect for you from the ground;
But you never did care enough for me
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Smells of delight and smells of genies: I have only so many
Wishes-
The petting zoo is in the back of my neighborhood: My Alma,
My soul is slight enough to fit into a bag,
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Cornucopia of Cyclops and unicorns-
Wasn’t this what the kaleidoscope was supposed to
Make out of the heavens-
While I fold paper airplanes and shoot them off
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Look! I say nothing to you-
My hands are empty-
They hold not weapons,
No bouquets- drive home to him
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I love you in your whispers,
And the fact that you have a hard time breathing;
I only look good in select shadows,
But I only want to be your flag bearer:
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I like to hypothesize that you love me,
That I have the gift to connect with my leggy god
At a personal level;
But I am mad from cleaning hats in mercury,
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