Useless Architecture Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Useless Architecture

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Useless architects build their paper bridges
Up to her eyes,
But ever are my words pilgrims without
Recompense,
For even now she is leaning into her lover’s
Ear,
And the tears which become the slow
Orgasm
Easily wash away those efforts of less fortunate
Men, my windswept brothers-
Those men without educations,
And misfortunate kindergartens who knew
Only the manifestation of thoughts of her
Coming on like a shade less light within their
Feeble perception,
So now she doesn’t even think of how they must go,
Their hearts palpitating like two year old rabbits
Clutched in the mouth of an overeager dog,
Who will soon have their necrotopsy down on
The leafy carpet of adolescent ejaculations and palm fronds-
Within the border of their infatuated visages,
Their tongues rolling like stormy clouds,
Teeth clack against each others’ smiling throats
Like batwing shutters;
So hopes melt like the solutions of dusk, homesteaders
Traveling westward in a great depression,
Their bridges of love letters falling away behind them,
Their hyphenated dreams dropping out into obscurity,
As the young fortunates bed in the pleasurable
Syllables brought into annunciation by lips and tongue.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 17 May 2008

All different types of houses

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