Robert Rorabeck Poems

These words die like lucky rabbits in rock gardens:
And you’ve been speaking so long with your
Blue eyes,
Getting hitched up on buses and making it all the way
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They are such good people they have no more liquor
In their souls,
And she has been cheating on him again in the early morning
Falseness of trailer parks and
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Walking the pensive rounds in that darkness
Probably in Colorado
Caracoling the lake off to the side of family get-togethers,
Looking at low hanging spruce branches to hang
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Drowning its equinox of horses-
The sea brushes evangelically with cinder-locks;
It genuflects, propositioning queens
Of its shoreline:
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I have been up and down the trail
In all seasons, hoping for you as the aspens
Change:
There can be nothing more beautiful than
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I drink the last bit of rum
And think of the color of your underpants:
The alligators, if they think of anything,
Think of runaways and the Pirates of Pinzance:
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It’s almost 3 am, but no one
Cares;
Tomorrow, I want to ask you your middle
Name,
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How many girls have blue eyes,
But they are not like yours: They are the yoke of
Graveyards compared to you eyes-
And in all sincerely of parks filled with children chasing
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Yes, the country dies fighting dragons:
It dies gallantly not knowing that it is Beowulf fighting its
Last monster:
The country dies into trucks and cars,
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My legs are cold
I feel like an amputee from the civil war,
And my parents
Are sleeping:
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