Robert Rorabeck Poems

Early morning and
I’ve put down the narcissistic poem,
And all around the campus, like high school,
The students are finally going to sleep:
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These words may fall from my fingertips
Like gentled children
From their mother’s breasts down into cribs,
But I do not know where they come from,
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The day is doing what it does, no maybe
In its brightness, the sky a half an egg-shell
Nested in its orbit,
And the greater and lesser lights produce
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Her eyes fill with the cups of trances,
And I am getting things wrong, still not a
Diabetic like my grandfather, I think of
Going to work in Disney World to write
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Pure torture shackled Prometheus
In front of the television in the middle-
Of South Florida:
The carpet red, the curtains velvet,
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America is becoming less on the level,
Drying out, it is the time of shuck an jive,
Where hurricanes interceded.
Winnow what you have, distill
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I am a Monarch.
Try to eat me and I will poison you.
You see, my love, I was once without
Wings,
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The day pours its molasses over the older
But still working body; I have nothing to do,
And I am almost as old as Christ was....
I think of a Jesuit college, and graveyards where
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I have another open wound for you,
So open your eyes only when I look away.
Do you see how fast the clouds are moving;
They are busy to go shopping, to
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I have stopped watching the movie,
But it shouldn’t matter,
Because its only black and white;
Even the dogs could identify it.
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