Robert Rorabeck Poems

Gloomed ambition sequined in a dress,
Brought in sunset to the bank of the canal,
Where the crippled people have been drinking
And enjoying the insouciant feelings they don’t
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Let me sprinkle salt on you,
And plagiarize you, to show you off
To the professors down on the farm:
To pass you off as my lover,
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Beginning to stutter in a rain shower,
I take my face down from the portrait and
Vacuum the house in despair:
Ink stains and semen helix the carpet like
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Too many scars to start drinking, and too many
To stop writing poetry, the wilting daisies which
Spring from the edge of my fingertips;
And this is the dry season of my celibacy,
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They make love in the east, but they
Sh! t where they eat;
While I play baseball alone, a dusty boy
With a cap and scars; it is not easy to laugh,
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The camera focuses on the pretty thing-
It always does, even when the author is promoting
His book,
And in the theatre you can find me kissing her
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As this liquor begins to cool,
I first pee and then will
Ejaculate in the tall grasses where
The bizarre snow has been accumulating:
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Feed me my dinner from the haunted table,
And I will see your eyes when they open,
A book of poetry which drinks light, but your lips
When they speak, they do not return what is put in them,
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Strange women are in their photographs,
Smiling far away,
Hoping for more attentions and the eyes of
Hands to light upon them warmly,
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She laughed at me when
I wouldn’t show her my face in the morning
When I came to visit her and
Slept on the couch,
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