Robert Rorabeck Poems

Nets of honey spooled around a muse that doesn't
Exist—you get up in the morning and wash his car,
Waiting for your husband to come home—
The neighborhood of your existence is gilded if beautiful—
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You make all of your love at the dry cleaners,
Waiting for the bed sheets to dry out, but you are so
Near the sea—the waves sound like
The wounds of animals echoing—and you are so
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I do not have to wake up—
This isn't my life any longer—my heart fills with
Oceans as the baseball diamonds
Empty:
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Gas tanks spill over with rum—Oh bright muse,
Bright starlight—
And lighthouses—if cars could only run on liquor:
Well then,
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He will come home to you—oh glorious bodies
Absent minded into a church—
But tomorrow he will not buy you ice-cream—
You will have to awaken next to him in the morning and
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It doesn't take so very long to surrender
Yesterdays echoes the very tit teaming at the very gates
Of another echinopsis of Disney World—
While then, all of the boys are already dissolved
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Oh joy in the toy box of yum-yum:
Yes again a tomorrow of tomorrow—and all of that vision:
While you never have to go home without
The television being on—and this being your sport—
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Peaceful deluge does not know where
I am going,
Going in a peacefully hidden way—enjoying the
Stars as close as flowers
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Why not a river going her way, wound
Like the suburban tropics, languid, tangled—all of
The evidence that it needs—
And in this plays you can sometimes go to
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Beautiful as a young woman lost in the
Daydream of a boxcar between the bosoms of
The mountains—she might as well die here,
Like song birds collecting their hearts into the snow—
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