The Neighborhood Of Her High School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Neighborhood Of Her High School



This book is the collapse of the America school system—
What frightening amusement
When there is lightening over the green driveways
Of a suburban glade,
And we each make our own friends—
The telltale signs of their carnivals are up in
The forbidden skies forever—
The night drowns with the possibilities of casual observers,
And there are new wounds in the penumbras of
Mailboxes we were never supposed to observe—
What old gods are trapped here,
Near the inventions of the internet and VHS players
While our neighborhood is still round and becoming
Clouded with the sodden fields—
For a moment, I fall in love with your older sister,
But I am not there anymore—
Children come on and get off of merry-go-rounds—
They are looking up for Easter—
The pies in the sky are looking good, even
Delectable—
And the middle-class fanfare crescendos:
She supposes she is in charge of you—while now the
Oceans get ready to flood—
The hoof prints in the shape of an unicorn can
Not be described while the housewives are heading home
To the bonified apiaries—
Some wolves are licking their fingers,
Whilst the children of the prettiest women are
Getting off their turns at the mall—
And the neighborhood shapes up
And dreams of itself underneath a Christmas tree—
And the lonely heart inside of her is
A wreck in the department stores: she is a mannequin,
Acquiesced into the pitfalls of marriage-
Graduated from the neighborhood of her high school,
She will fall down forever.

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