Robert Rorabeck Poems

I want to climb up this world like an
Ant up a leg- the leg of any mammal until
I find you and can rest panting in the little flower
Bed making an areola around your rusting
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Realizing that I am something else past its
Prime,
While you have been enjoying him for time in
Memorial;
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Pulling the trucks to your grotto: Sharon,
Wont you look at our flags: We’ve sewn them ourselves
Out all night above our grandmothers’
Graves;
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The night maelstroms in its unisex cathedral;
Isn’t that always beautiful, like a candelabrum on an
Unbanishable ship above the students’ heads:
Those boys and girls who are always young at heart,
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I cannot sleep: The day is mean against
My body:
I think of her, and the hours troop like snails:
Where are they going but to other
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I am having trouble passing through the day:
Something has gone from inside me, gone over the sea
Rushing to find the stone that
Skipped away; and I make my ideas up in my head,
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Oh my god, this is the police
In warm weather, in cold weather, and then in
Warm weather again;
Or this is at least your uncle who has seen you naked
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Talking in tongues of
Landmines
The night smells really
Wonderful
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My mother is back at home, and the canals are
Fully filled, engorged beneath the catwalks as they
Were billed;
And she is making an annoyance as she tidies up and
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Nothing but a dirty boy naked except
For when I sleep:
That is when I put my work clothes on and set out
Down for the burning canyon
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