Robert Rorabeck Poems

Sharon, you give me the reason to live through
Another day.
Now I get all excited because I can hear the sexy voice
Of a low flying airplane;
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The rum was exquisite as a virgin: and girls from Spain light out
On the bicycles and
Roller-skates and they have no curfew and they don’t worry about
Making it back to the boat;
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Turning up for brail like children without any sense,
Wimpled in pieces of dismissive alphabet reaching for the
Sun:
You know that is just how your bodies are, like spindles of
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Now through the arrhythmias in the screen doors of
Common hotels,
I can hear the traffic dismissingly burning their taillights
Like the devil’s lanterns, like the red tide of her
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Pool and cuddle in the amalgam of
Centipedes,
Which is the same as seeing a fire’s orgasm
With the sky so alarmed that it removes
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The earth turns out for you on your birthday,
Mountains flatten on their backs like flea bitten puppies,
Or risky cobras:
You can walk on their summits like carousing your fingers
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I have never been as perfectly proportioned
As the animals that you know,
But I can drink liquor and I can grow
Like wet castles
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I now have so many pearls as to feel the rind of
The table,
And you know all about me: That I have a tattoo I got in
Spain,
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Beauty is recluse: it goes far back into its boudoir;
And I have never seen beauty, just her conjunction, and her pierced
Nose, which I overuse;
And the night is in delectable, just as if I am selling oranges
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So I’ve been to high school and even while
Trying to write in between the lines drunk liquor, drunk
Liquor and pulled back far too late to be something truly
Beautiful,
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