Robert Rorabeck Poems

I drink to the bereavement of windows and
Airports
Because this is just where I am going as I am about to
Fall asleep:
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Discovering just what I need to do rightly
By you:
Discovering nothing at all of where you sleep,
What fabulous lingerie and whose boy has
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The day burns its yards: oh to the day,
Of magic books and the sixty degrees of vision
Given over to my brothers of this
Mirage,
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Next time again I see you
Against the sun angel with bosom:
I want to fall on my knees for you and snack
Off your perfumes,
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Fornication is nice
When the shadows are involved:
The rabbits pullulate in the aloe, rubbing off of
Hands,
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Words respond to lovers
As the trucks move and move by themselves;
And I went to California for a week and then two while
I was very young
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I am a quiet man: These are what I do,
What I say:
The clouds lay across the land.
You drive inside the cars: and I wonder what is
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Gaslights glow like churches on the brink of the wood:
It almost seems that, yes, someone has been crying here,
Beautiful, wayward,
Girl from Appalachia with someone always following too
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Little faces singing in the crepuscule of a
Doused ballroom;
Faces where gravity has its hooks; and they are singing
Folksongs:
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Dreams are caracoled while I lay off in the shadows
Trying to do better work for you;
But your man is a fireman: he is a classical hero with
Big tits that bounce like dancing girls:
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