Robert Rorabeck Poems

The unicorns are striking above the airplanes-
It is because the airplanes are lying down, creches into
Green valleys-
Into which cerulean cataracts fall:
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A lilac sprig pressed in a playground of an otherwise emptied
Middle-class estuary:
See how the metals of children rust when they are made to go to school
And the housewives are in town
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Mary, did you know, that we evolved from monkeys?
Mary, did you know, that religion is a tool of ideological capitulation?
Did you know that our next president won
On an openly racist ticket?
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Bilious and immature,
The fire lives for a second on the spot-
Flames, at times rotund,
Struggle lithely, starving beneath the coital belies of
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This the residential neighborhood
I think you remember-
You grew up here, child of woman and of man-
But while you have slept,
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There are pizza parlors lost in
The White Mountains—
Maybe even the pizza parlors are still even there,
In the little armpit dug up from the desert
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And now they are sleeping in their pigeons of
Ecstasy while I had to wait another year to see if
This was even real,
Working for the church and giving away food every
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Now they shuffle off—
In a time of piss and envy,
I collect a new gut and a new body,
So decry this up to the airplanes,
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Like the pamphlets read,
A memorable ibis in the home of
The dogs,
And now even the houses move,
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Overbearing to the next steps of
The millennium—
Overbearing until the next steps have come
And we, both have new, warm hearts
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