Robert Rorabeck Poems

The day unhooked from the mouth of a fish
And let her swim away;
Or it was as if first a mollusk on her china dish,
Until it too crawled away:
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Every word a thimble of a tool,
I line surceases: thoughts flow
Like stains of ink,
Like posthumous shore, leaving the
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If I am waiting to fill out and become the
Man that can drive you around in
Barrel-chested trucks, will you come for me
When I am ready for you,
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I have become fat with beauty,
Trying to make myself glow with the charisma of
Hefty swans for so long,
I have drunken all of the milk at the end of a long line
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I’ve tried turning over so many terrapin to see
What their strange ides have in store,
But all I get is the left over roe of their glutting breakfast;
And their eyes don’t even sing to me,
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I’ve tried turning over so many terrapin to see
What their strange ides have in store,
But all I get is the left over roe of their glutting breakfast;
And their eyes don’t even sing to me,
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Oh burning patina of her eyes is full of capitalism,
Or full of the bull rushes her legs give to her
Privateering husband in the trailer park of
Their night:
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If I bought my own clothes,
Would you cherish me in the day:
Would I come out just as sunny as the workers
Who trouble themselves dallying on your vines;
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Her high school is at the top of the hill like a church
The boys are always falling down from like marbles and
Breaking themselves against one another,
The bigger ones making a mess of the smaller and laughing about it:
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Now you get out into this night; and you don’t
Wonder, you just go, go, go:
I think you have graduated- I think you are even more
Beautiful than I have eyes for:
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