Robert Rorabeck Poems

Cannibals slum as rain streaks the windows
Before el arco iris,
And I have seen her turning to me like a beautiful
Ship made out of the lumber of trees
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Castles have strange identities:
They share of themselves under the snow white
Bosoms:
Maybe they believe these mountains are swans;
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I think that you should come upstairs
And drink with me,
Because there is nothing else the doctor can do:
You’ve already showed every young man in the regiment
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I’ve been waiting for the rain to come:
It comes:
The raccoons have been eating in the garage:
The wedding cake is almost gone:
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Day is first dark, and it ends in dark:
Softly, unobtrusive; but in the middle of its arc,
Day is so abusive, a ribald in his lime tree park:
Making copper cannons squint green with
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Bony endives have their location while
The parks flood and the rabbits cluster;
And down there on the teeter-totter is your little
Brother:
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Paleolithic telluride you show your new teeth,
Uninhabited by modern man: no one skis:
Tourism of glistening caves, the bravery of no modern
Beast,
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Fine young bodies will lay just as
They will,
Telling each other secrets, looking up at ceiling fans
And then to whatever sort of verandas they have:
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The butterflies get drunk in this cartoon,
While the cars go by yes they do whether it is raining or
Not;
And I tilt my head back and swallow fire, glad to be unbusied
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Quizzically, as if from the blue fjords I
Look at you: maybe it appears that you are beginning
This suicide for your man:
And you look great, and your daughter is neither sad
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