Robert Rorabeck Poems

Going back into Florida no longer
Seems like anything real, but a furtive play
That comes alive between the crowded shadows,
The sun pours down its thespians in a sheen of
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I tried crying for you by the hour,
But you would not listen to me,
A next door conquistador, you awake
Bare-chested and full of rhyme
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Lapping in the wound of your eyes-
With very little costume, I don’t know what else to
Say- The basest of elements, I yet attract nearer
Where you root in the colonnade
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-ucked up despotic universe burnished
In cruel despotic time,
You’ve really got it in for me,
Given me the bad-luck of dysfunctional rhyme,
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Not entirely silent pain- but nothing very educated-
I lay footloose down the runny easement, and by
Alligators am I congratulated:
And barmaids go around twirling brindled in their bars,
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Yellow rainbows smile upside down from
Cheap liquor bottles
In those retired rodent neighborhoods where dogs
Take charge
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The weather is brave but a slave to baseball,
And I like that kind of weather for this
Time of year,
Because all the aspens are naked, opalescent
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I will think of you until the
Day I die,
And not one thing but the kind ocean
Eulogizes my death-
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Tumbling through the orchard’s sea:
Tumbling, tumbling tumbler;
Now you can’t say what I am looking for-
That I am looking for her who the mountains
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Spikenard is a beautiful thought,
As the two year old bottle hit’s the lips,
And maybe this is what I should have been
Waiting for
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