Robert Rorabeck Poems

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581.
The Bouquets Of Coffins

The beautiful denouement of these things in the contradiction
Of their short births,
Is that they will live forever if they have caught a breath over
The skin of vagabond wildflowers:
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582.
Those Previous Songbirds

I go all day along struggling with this;
And lovers make love in parks, or at least young girls
Walk their strong young dogs with their mothers;
And I am certain I cannot belong,
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583.
Turning Off All My Lights

Maybe you are just another little boy and this is
My insecure monument to your amusing roadways:
They go forever deeper into the indistinguishable bric-a-brac
Of your landscaping singsong;
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584.
Forever

Oh to be short of life,
But heady and well drunken,
Like a bee that has no reason to fly with its
Two days left;
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585.
The Flashing Knee Of A Jubilant Curb

Tomorrow all of the holiness will roll away its
Stone;
It will not be too commercial, and young brothers and
Sisters may even dress out in gray suits and petticoats
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586.
Of Wayward Men

You can fill out into the dreams the
Laymen sing,
And they will give you a chariot you can color in
As it proceeds you to work
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587.
That Burn In The Day And Bask In The Night

Perfected coolness of shade even on dinted skin
Feels fine,
While all the girls I’ve had a fine time thinking of are
Going back to Georgia,
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588.
The Easiest Way Through The Quietest Hood

Popping on the lights, I look at my reflection:
I get so excited I sing
As if on Christmas, this country is a good place,
Going down into the valley and the zoos of Easter
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589.
Like A Paper Cut Of Beauty

I have turned out again:
I am here on my early morning stage, waiting up for
Crepuscule’s backwards sister,
Looking for Nubian eyes over a despotic river of
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590.
Like An Immaterial Promise

Waves that weep in lagoons like homeless children
Kiss the feet of stingrays,
And look at me with broken glass eyes:
I go through them spreading my wings and hoping for
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