Robert Rorabeck Poems

Fingers crossing over the numberless playgrounds
Of your amusements'Just words spoken to grasshoppers
As they flick themselves:
Like flames emancipated from the damaging wishes
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Night blooms from the day,
And I’ve just been checking to make sure everything was
Alright:
Your husband sure looked hungry through the blinded windows,
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I have a book of all of your shoulders—
And you do not remember who I am—But
Won't the dolphins surrender to the sun—
Evaporations of the merry-go-round of
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This is how they remember themselves,
Looking into the stores where they bought things—
All of the heavy ornamentations hanging
Around
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Space-shuttle looking nice in its place above the trees
And palaces
And movie theatres—
Over all of the forgotten parts of the world—maybe you
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Tortoise of the skies and butterflies:
Waking up upon an airplane
While looking at her in the mirror:
Another way of
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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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I’ve stolen things from stores that doesn’t
Exist but that was okay- that was even better,
Because they were made broken anyways;
And I love Johnny,
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Impossible fume this heart
Reading new lines—sweating— sweating—
Blessed by seahorses
And things that don't go so well with the light of
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Another one of these nights,
These things that repeat with the palpitating hearts
Of the polar sexes,
Who are in so many ways alike,
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