Robert Rorabeck Poems

Oh, well—we are home again,
And this is what it might at least as well be:
A forever weekend of video-gaming dungeons spilled
Out like gold fish all throughout the midway
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With whatever songs there are to sing in
The dungeons are picking up the better sticks:
It comes for awhile alive and over
The unstable forms of the buildings of all of
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As fine as the memories of those windows:
Glad expressions of personified houses
Making eyes with the alligators perpetually lounging
In the backyard dredged of their domain:
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Placing a book in the window and leaving her there—
She will not look out upon anything without your eyes
To show her some kind of resort:
And you can display the fireworks to her: Chinese lanterns
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Pleasant is the void of the horses
As it is to another failure: the day fails—every crepuscule it
Is defeated:
The dragon defeats Beowulf, the little girl is kidnapped:
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Kisses like coral snakes—like rum spilled
Down the neck of her wedding dress,
As the world spins from her in a kaleidoscope of
Airplanes:
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You have so many numbers:
Bodies attribute to their cars and those
To their streets—
Contemplating airplanes rise again—
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You work in a beautiful office underneath the stars:
Only so many generations have gone before you,
And before them the dinosaurs:
And even though the days of the earth are young,
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Echoing—these are my brother souls in
A kindergarten park: this is just what we do to
Stay alive
When the day gets along into dark—
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It doesn't help to hear the motors of other men
With anatomies more or less like mine,
With wives they want or already have—
Sojourning from trailer parks to apple orchards—
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