Robert Rorabeck Poems

Stored here the lazy emporium of her
Salt, moves slowly undulating like waves
Of a discombobulated bathtub:
Inside the college town of new remnants
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The mother is sleeping in western California
Just inches from the sea,
Sleeping like a virginal epitaph to her
Adolescent roller rink,
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J.R.R. Tolkien was my prom date,
And if you believe hard enough
Any boy can become a fairy.
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Out again in the high altitude of this
Self imposed prohibition:
There is nothing saintly about my sober condition,
I’ve just been trying to save more money for
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Constant rain provides the atmosphere
Where even lions cry,
Dripping on the iron bars of their capture,
Their muzzles also wet from their domesticated
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Another word grows dim in the
Hobbies of the mind.
I’ve been playing with myself too much
To scratch her out of the earth,
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Her eyes have purposefully stalled,
Waiting breathlessly in her carriage in the middle
Of the noon forest-
She was on her way to the eastern sea to surf
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You reek of amusement parks,
And dorm room sex,
The memories of fieldtrips you never went on.
I want to call you,
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Dark dreams and intercourse-
The highway is empty except for you
Driving into the cities, but the sea beholds all,
And the night is busy hiding its addictions;
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And I see the skeletons swimming in the sky,
The fractured heirlooms and a green dresser of scars;
Those which we were born to distill into,
The finer elements and the camaraderie of ivory widgets:
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