Robert Rorabeck Poems

And if I were dancing drunkenly
South of Spain,
Would you catch me in the New Years of that
Country and across
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A reef of history built around a sphere:
I thinking of in the middle of some high school's class
In the preternatural day—
Eyes haunted like ghosts on billboards
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Close your mouth and take me,
If you care to take me,
As you care, when your shift is over
At the ice-cream parlor,
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The universe runs on your legs:
See it dressed up the stars of your limbs:
Oh,
The universe has bangs,
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Days begotten of firework chiefs:
Mighty good days, where tomahawks chew
Scalps red under unfiltered sunlight:
Then we knew who we were, what was going on,
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Why are you’re eyes so much like
Midnight that I should feel like
I need to die into them,
Like a faithful mailman,
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E- says she’s jealous,
But she still watches her team of boys sweat,
Pumping the cherry iron of fire-engines
And corvettes:
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Daydreaming of grazing on a god,
Heaven seems almost possible:
Strange indescribable eyes are caught in
The teal bosoms of someone’s mountains,
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Droughts of dogs and lucky fish-
One or the other, and caged animals, people in
Cars,
Open-windowed feathers:
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You seem to be da-
Ncing while I die but you do-
Nothung, butterfly.
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