The Recreations Of A Ghostly Orchard Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Recreations Of A Ghostly Orchard



Palaces fed in the shadow of my liver,
I had almost forgotten you:
And this place you forage,
Whispering all of your fairytales
And combing your hair down to the knights
Who wait with their pet alligators:
Savagely,
In the red-tongued everglades
Through the hallucinations of the
Turnpike, and loves I thought that I once had:
Strangling visions that
Feed me my liquor, and keep me unrequited
Into the pretty hours where
The shadows of your echoes feed me the
Grapes in the recreations of a ghostly orchard.

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Robert Rorabeck

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