Robert Rorabeck Poems

Cool as the road is going, goes I,
Underneath the open unabashed day gone sky:
Full of new reposes and places off to the side
To rest and lay easy, and with arms wide open glide:
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All of the glade spoken to of houses:
Expensive, expensive, expensive spouses: all of this space
Of animals sure, so sure that they were marsupials:
And up river, and up stream a river full of a specific dream
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Oh, opulent pains in opulent grottos:
Oh, opulent pains, living with forest rangers, or living without
You:
Seeing Kit Carson Peak, but not suckling from that bastion, nor
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Diana, Diana: you are real while I am wrecked,
And upon all of this sorbet I have collected by senses for
Another try:
Another roll of the dice into the epiphany of rainbows:
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If I kissed her it was under the halo of a lunch truck.
Or I didn’t kiss her:
And all of these backyards are so sure of themselves without
The need for the playfulness of otters;
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Ah the pain of epiphany, the realize that realization has run its
Course:
To punch the saltlick of professors in their eye, and realize that
Realization itself wasn’t just enough:
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Out of the old habits of the moon,
I place myself with my dogs and start anew:
And we look over the rafters of each of our churches,
And down the sweet blouses of the Catholic girls inside
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The trucks pull the sea over you like some sort of
Blanket, because I wonder why anytime you see me you start
Shivering;
Am I that most beautiful form of cadaver; when I just want to
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Bodies pill and recluse for videogames:
My father pees close to sundown, and we don’t go to church:
And the new government is taking charge,
While all of the earth worns cheerleaders are awakening mostly
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Pains of the passionate void of so many Melanies:
The passages of so many mute voices, homonyms for dragons
And forget-me-nots; or anythings gathered together and shivering
In cul-de-sacs or sweating out for so many birthdays;
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