Robert Rorabeck Poems

Dove sail like gaudy Christmas cards between
The trees,
As my scars cast darker by the sun beside the
Swings and slide,
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Swimming with the cadavers of the young,
We pledge allegiance to the flag.
We didn’t quite finish school,
But we don’t feel half-bad;
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Diana has an
Open minded
Boyfriend
So I am back
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I eat kettle corn
And exhale through my sugar twinged
Lips,
And pretend that I’ve just come down
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This just in today:
Two match-stick suicides on the back of a
Wild brome pony:
Death and Co. &, she wrote:
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Children who go on fieldtrips always go
But always come back again- and you are their
Mother Alma;
And there are things inside you I will never know,
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Composures in the quiet rain,
Slicking the vociferous traffics until they
Pure demurely and finally into stillness
In their carports like castanets;
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Basking in the glowing death,
The pantomimes surrender to our health.
My house looks beautiful when you look it
In the mouth,
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Up and down the subdivisions, this body feels warm:
And these eyes have seen helicopters,
And felt their midsummer swarm- they go underneath the erudite
Moon like a tropical depression of primary colors:
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Let me take you to the places on the side,
The green pastures and ivied slopes that drip
With anticipation, waiting for us to couple in
The writhing jade undergrowth,
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