Robert Rorabeck Poems

I love you, Diana, I love you:
And I am dying, even while I try you out,
And you wished that I would buy you negligee for your
Birthday, so I went to the mall in Palm Beach Gardens and I did;
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Oh,
God of cancer, god of spikenard,
Don’t you remember me and all of my drugs? Yes,
Your remember me and me in my speakeasy tumult with all of
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Spilling water like drunken wishes out into the space
Of nothing:
Yes, yes, yes: this is the last Aristotelian plane of nothing,
And it has proven to be up to no good: no more haircuts under the
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When the day lies down then so do I,
But before that I unharness my team of unanswerable dogs:
You see, they don’t have to look anyone in the eye;
But you are a beautiful woman, and you are floating in the sky.
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I’ve been exercising my routine while I’ve
Been very lonely: I am that very point that the airplanes
Are always leaping from.
Beautiful girls like does, like silver grasshoppers spilling their
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Rivers glow for two weeks overboard the stems
Of saplings:
Rivers down from her neck are gracing us with their
Effluvious ribbon:
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Lost to the cycling’s of my gray youth,
With dreams of stealing bicycles and moving out
Into the great processions of the masses,
Of joining men with the same color and clothing as I,
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Up again, arisen into the world I should know
Filled and overfilling with cars and acrobats: one or two
Birds are trilling,
Singing of goldfish in their bellies: And I will wash and
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Day is up like a yellow cadaver in a stone country:
Which is nothing morbid, if you know who he is,
A laughing relative still too happy for death, experimented on
By magpies and down here in the tropics, herons:
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You’re not my type, or I wasn’t yours,
But the sky is green and filled with a great disorganization
Of letters,
And maybe even Disney-like swans:
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