Robert Rorabeck

Everything Else

Such A Quietly Incandescent Bloom

Everything That I Need

Their Gold Through The Skies

Wet Dream Of A Well Crafted Boy

The Greatest Mirage

Just Your Man

Under The Sprinklers And In The Rains

The Grottos Of The Rain

This Is Too

Into The Crepescule Of Her Olive-Skinned Neighborhood

Our Merry Way Home

That They Didn’T Know The Word For

In My Fumbling Rains

That I Know Why

The Local Public Zoo

The Body Of My Shell

Their Cadaverous Buffet Of Sweeter Than Sweet Meats

Those Unnecessary Waves

In The Eves Of His Quieted Sort

In Your Modes Of Lackadaisical Use

How To Play

The Words That Their Poets Came

In The Shade Of Another Sabbath

Through The Darkly Lactating Combs Of My Night

The Darkness While The Stars Turned In

The Voice Of Its Motions Towards Her

The Hazy Architectures Of A Weepy Chariot

Where The Bicycles Lay All Sleepy

In The Middle Of Town

The Other Absolute Spaces

Her Incontinent Love

Who I Actually Was

What Her First Daughter’s First Word Must Be

The Bouquets Of Coffins

Those Previous Songbirds

Turning Off All My Lights

Forever

The Flashing Knee Of A Jubilant Curb

Of Wayward Men

That Burn In The Day And Bask In The Night

The Easiest Way Through The Quietest Hood

Sea Of Lunch Trucks

The Pitch Perfect Hallways Of Overspilling Wells

The Rabbit Around The Imperfect Rock Garden

The Beast That Gives Them Milk

Who I Might Be Or Who I Really Am

Her Sweet And Sundry Land

Before Her Uncountable Lair

In The Early Morning

In The Greatest Opulence

That It Will Be Nice

Your Long List Of Pretty Things

The Energy To Call Again Tomorrow

Your Beauty

That Sweet Little Aphrodisiac

Everything Else That Has Fallen From The Sky

Love Craft

The Saltwater Fables Of Her Motivational Clay

El Arco Iris