Like A Girl Named Kelly Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like A Girl Named Kelly



Like a river sings despondent blue grass
For the baby Moses,
I uncurl this cap:
I hate to say that I still dream of barmaids of
The letter E,
And now sommeliers:
Propellers turn like mobiles, but there is no
Easy geometry:
Suicide in the foreplay of wet grass, while new
Men are being christened from the clay,
Liquor like uncountable tribes of reptiles and
Venomous snakes in my veins;
And I made love today, to someone new-
A stranger underneath the fields of the new years
Sky,
And I pretend that it is something wonderful,
But it is no more wonderful than marriage; and there
Is nothing new under the sky:
It is all the way that the ancient lovers died-
Venal, star-struck and sick; and the old men then like the
New men now invented science to impress the girls,
Just like the spotty youth two decades ago
Wrapped their hands diligently around their joysticks
And tried to level up past the last gorilla,
The blonde hair flowing at the top of the ladder
Like a girl name Kelly near the sea of names that have
Been repeated to me through my youth- Through
All the time I may never know, nor experience again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kerry O'Connor 06 February 2010

Here's the old disenchantment embedded in each line..

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Robert Rorabeck

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