Robert Rorabeck Poems

When I saw you standing there, I knew that this was America.
The sea encroaching like an unwanted lover,
Shimmering with its cenotaphs of conquistadors-
The crowds gathering separated by infinitesimal lovers.
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Each stitch in the peacock's feather,
A crenulation upon the mountains, stones waved into the
Quartzite caesuras where the lovers fall,
Teeth chipped upon the false romances of hoar frosted mermaids:
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Each stitch in the peacock's feather,
A crenulation upon the mountains, stones waved into the
Quartzite caesuras where the lovers fall,
Teeth chipped upon the false romances of hoar frosted mermaids:
...

Each stitch in the peacock's feather,
A crenulation upon the mountains, stones waved into the
Quartzite caesuras where the lovers fall,
Teeth chipped upon the false romances of hoar frosted mermaids:
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Simple affection of a human palm upon the back of a feline.
The settling of a disjointed, oily body upon the cushions of an afternoon,
As airplanes leap like mechanical jacks over a candle's flame-
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At all the dead ends of the dead-end dungeons,
The dead girls are doing porn:
They are becoming the erotic photographs for all of the weirdos.
As all of the dragons are shedding their horns:
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At all the dead ends of the dead-end dungeons,
The dead girls are doing porn:
They are becoming the erotic photographs for all of the weirdos.
As all of the dragons are shedding their horns:
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Here I am, a balloon in ejaculations:
Spuming confetti over the mountain:
Here I am, believing that she is my mother,
The sky is my blanket,
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Weep in a field.
The airplanes are its flying sorority.
My wife is playing the guzheng. She wants our son to learn
The violin.
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