The Rattlesnakes Always Lay In Wait And Smoking Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Rattlesnakes Always Lay In Wait And Smoking



Now I am really going anywhere:
My heart feels like it is at the fair for Alma,
And when she is gone then it feels as if time has stopped
And the sky bleeds over my grave:
Now I can say that I am sure that I have never been anywhere:
And the sun lights up the world of smoking cars,
And then it goes down again with the dogs and through
The trees:
And I dream of Alma in a giant’s house, and it seems that she should
Be my future but it is all uncertain.
And mostly I have disgraced her, while her children has swam in the
Depths,
But Alma don’t you think that my body looks good next to your body:
The juxtaposition of the fleshes and the colors,
And now the world turns again and we have to hold on and close our
Eyes and feel the motion that is just a dream,
But otherwise Alma I would always hold on to you and lead your safely
Through the keyholes where the rattlesnakes
Always lay in wait and smoking.

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Robert Rorabeck

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