Robert Rorabeck Poems

I have a couple more experiments
Before I close up shop,
And do the grand finale by myself
With a cork and a pop:
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It’s sometimes necessary to salt the earth,
But you can’t get back your tears,
Like jewels you thought were real as
You threw them out feed the birds;
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Without my neighbors,
I will die in a planet of oxygen,
Falling down from the mountains into Silver
City, like an immaculate surgical cut
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Friday, the sky is falling, the perfect mailman
Over those hills, whistling into another country:
And it is already darkness where she lives,
And in my unstructured poetry where she also lives,
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A wall of curtains drops into the sea;
It is beautiful, like a bride falling from the rocks,
And we drink whiskey as we look at her,
Though we are afraid she will turn and see us
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Omnivores in nylon
Strutting at the fair,
Damsels in leaky blouses
Floating through the air
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I’ll be dead
Before I’m handsome

Before my parents know,
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This is French who cant speak it,
Rimbaud without his tongue- I got a C
In the language of love,
A C+ in logic, and horse semen that has
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As a religion, you should be holy.
When you look out your window, the sea should
Shine her enchanted motes off the roofs of Chevys,
Like signals from a mirror from the underwater angels.
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The camera focuses on the pretty thing-
It always does, even when the author is promoting
His book,
And in the theatre you can find me kissing her
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