Robert Rorabeck Poems

Dime store reservoirs in her eyes:
She looks across the sea and gives it quiet things,
Gives it time:
She has so much lost that she would have to say to
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Another put down séance to hide my face into:
So you won’t find it where I’ve crept so far away from
Your town:
You will be going out tonight, your face so pale and
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Another put down séance to hide my face into:
So you won’t find it where I’ve crept so far away from
Your town:
You will be going out tonight, your face so pale and
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The band played in Loxahatchee Groves,
And I watched you singing as candles
Floated off into the sky,
All those tragic little numbers above the sweet
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You were never supposed to sleep with me,
Erin: Where would the trick of impossibility be in that,
To come into my wigwam all cheery and
Rose colored
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Desperadoes fighting the good fight:
I cannot go to sleep at night without kissing
My mother before hand,
And maybe you saw the light by our window
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Unequalled in my parallels as to be a road
Going on through the sagebrush and bric-a-brac
As never to be untouched by
Attributing avenues, gaining only bad luck by flying too
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Teach me the names of flowers, will you,
Because I am done;
And your children are running towards the bus;
And I wish I had more time to say nothing
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Maybe you figured that I didn’t understand how
To love;
Or maybe you just stepped outside your door and sucked
Air for a moment,
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What word to begin with to cross the fjord
Of troublingly planted anthems:
There they are waving like a sea of grass, like
Girls in bells or
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