Even While They Drive Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Even While They Drive



Delighted in the eyes of sincerity’s rearing-
The beefsteak of juggernauts obscenely
Unclothed for the traffic that pearls and beads on a dry
World covered around by the thin
Curtains of an unmistakable ingénue bathing in each
Caesura of the sea,
Cantankerous and bee stung- the size of every woman
Swaying the magnitudes after tearing down the
Four walls of her grotto,
So that each little door is nude and filtering in the
Unwholesome dinner guests who open up their flashlights
Like rubies on the beauties of clams
And look at themselves backwards down the road
Of cerulean canopies even while they drive.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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