Robert Rorabeck Poems

The rains have a good time falling down,
And I have bought a house and this month is
My birthday.
Right now I am still homeless with a cup of store
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I put you down like yellow ships into
Those prenatal waves,
As the long legged ivy smokes like lingerie
Along the house huddling like
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Places of loudmouthed anonymity
Smoking cold shouldered underneath overpasses
Eating cold turkey on sanctimonious holidays
Rooted to no particular matrimony:
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If I compare my baby to the truancy of
Wonderfully weeded topiaries, I sometimes get
Confused with statuaries,
I may go out in the darkness and say nothing, but listen
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I can start out a new:
I can stare far out the windows of a beating class
As the rain comes,
As you have stepped up and pushed back your chair
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I went to the old park today and saw a girl just like a peach,
Passed out in the mowed grass with her bum in the air,
Her bottle of dousing wine sticking up rather angelically and
Phallic; and I had to stop the car and check again
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These things happen here, because I need them to:
Eking them nightly out of paper, out of stone: while the
Airplanes and housewives pass just as insouciantly as if they
Had come over the mundane fireworks of any man’s neighborhood;
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I can hear the airplanes calling like grandmother from
Her graveyard,
As if tomorrow were Easter and she was getting ready to jump
Up in the middle of paper snowflakes and congratulate
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The body blooms: it shoots off and molests itself,
While I tell everything that I own that I have just enough to barter
With her with, but that is not so:
I know no one in this place, in the kingly grotto where her ripples
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Listening to the bodies partying in the rain
Like the red shoots in the armpits of cypress, there is a
Good chance that I will begin making love again
Just as steadily as two wayward cats in a rainstorm;
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