Robert Rorabeck - Eat My Bouquetsa

Come back to me and give me rainbows and death
Even though I know you are trying the rivers to
Survive or to paint a pretty picture:
Even though you are all right here and there is
The reminiscence of nothingness so near to my head—
And in the busied architectures of the butterfies in the
Forests- whilst it takes only so much time
For the songs to me sung—molting- changing rhymes
An depictions of ourselves until we are upon other
Planets—and then what is left for our high schools to do:
You have scared almost everyone—and there isn't
An airplane already taking off who hasn't already peed his
Pants—and this is the uncalisified middle grounds-
Even if you don't know anything about your own young
Art—This is how it happens to be, without a pay check whist
Your young dog continues scratching himself—
So many perfumes in the private bedrooms of the underclassman—
What does it mean—
With the waves coming in, and the private ballrooms decrying
Baseball all over themselves….

Robert Rorabeck

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