Robert Rorabeck Poems

Liquor runs these plebian amplitudes:
These trucks bugle going into a pass of snow:
Fireworks mouth off for only
A second and then are silenced and the crowd is wanting more:
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Without air-conditioning, they can still make enigmas;
And I am growing fat because
I ate at the Chinese buffet again tonight; and then I jogged
In the wet grass where the crocodiles fart
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So the world heaps up the joy for its grotesque
Figurines,
The cowboys and Indians fighting again in the sand,
As another day proceeds;
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Every day I say nothing, and at night I nocturne
As soft as the lingerie of negligent sparrows: I go nowhere
While my sisters grow up,
And it is beautiful if only because I have so often been under the glowing
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All the picture books have told you that you
Have been in a triumph of Sabbath schools for so long
That you can’t remember the park where we swung:
With our instruments down our spines, and our dice
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All the picture books have told you that you
Have been in a triumph of Sabbath schools for so long
That you can’t remember the park where we swung:
With our instruments down our spines, and our dice
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All the picture books have told you that you
Have been in a triumph of Sabbath schools for so long
That you can’t remember the park where we swung:
With our instruments down our spines, and our dice
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What you can’t understand of this they will
Teach you in the science fair;
And there is a Nubian whore I am particularly interested in
Named Melody with a star on her hip the
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It looks just like this,
My house in a playground of stars, so that when I go
Out everything is blinding as a golden city in heaven, and god
Is shining:
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Mexican girls are so much prettier, if you can find
Them in their labyrinth of solitude the blue sky too tough to reach-
The blue sky that is never their eyes, and thank god;
Their narcissisms are quiet and as complex as ready fires; they have
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