Robert Rorabeck Poems

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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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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How loudly the quietus barks,
Diana: Liquored up, lighting up the woods,
Our four legged body decorated by
Penumbra-
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Cherry blossoms and the rum I hide
Beneath the foldout couch-
I dream that Diane loves me;
And I don’t sell fireworks: I hold out and
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Seahorses in carriages of kelp don’t
Have so long to go for the day;
They just sway and sway and say their peace;
They are very penitent,
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We’ll hold class again, as the sun goes down,
As the bouquets, again,
Are placed upon her bosom: and this is the world again,
As the horses struggle in the lottery of
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Floating for a weekend- a heart on anesthesia,
And fingers numbed
To the identity of the theft of their owner’s
Heart:
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Please save me from
This vanishing tranquility:
As you sigh, making love.
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I can survive if you can survive- for awhile,
Outside the trout streams of Mexico-
Here are the oily reflections of your mother,
Before she had a gun pressed
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