Robert Rorabeck Poems

They get fat off of their echoes like
Tourists enjoying all of my scars- they just
Happen to shed their skin
As they slide in and out of trailer parks, and
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I want to know what you owe on your house
As the starfish hold me close
To the ground echoing, and I still do not know
Which horse to bet on,
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We have a forecast for echoing
Like homeless people wishing that they could
Be inside of their cars,
As the iguanas exfoliate in the rock garden
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Brown bodies coming onto shore
Echoing with the horses in the well mowed Yard,
And falling in love with their cousins;
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Adjacent to any animals of any kind - as long
As they can talk, gossiping beside the canal as
We did the water fountain;
Your spirit flies away over the sugar canes: back
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Beauty is the pinholes through a forest
The trucks of families drive around, lost children
In them never figuring on the conflagrations
Of the heavens: they are going to the amusement
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Birds lying low in the scars after fireworks
Waiting to make love to other birds
As the serpents approach through the doorway
Of flaming swords, as I was thrown out of
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Bodies who lay laughing without wings
Ringed in the salt of insignificant stings- here
They say you lay almost faithful upon your
Wedding day,
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Nooses of sky over green pepper fields-
A grandfather and a granddaughter attending,
The coral snakes under hooves of loose thoughts drifting
Away like stolen bicycles,
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Ancient prisms of kaleidoscopes whose wealth is
Lost as it is made more beautiful,
As the sorority of hurricanes makes the grassy gems of
Suburbia suppliant, and all of the truants I knew
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