the town where frank o'hara lived
i was out walking around ghosty roads
and passed by a house with a small plaque
that said "the american poet frank o'hara lived here from"
and i don't remember the dates but that would have been
the house he grew up in.
so i used to picture him as always writing the lunch poems
or always at fire island
and now i picture him partly at that house or walking around the town
i think he wrote that he hated it
there are built in challenges for sensitive souls
the town is perfect for leaf forts
perfect for baby niece
my sister and brother-in-law and i
played hacky sack in the park which i had never done
before and it was so incredibly hard
i had no idea
& here's:
Frank O Hara
V.R. Lang
You are so serious, as if
a glacier spoke in your ear
or you had to walk through
the great gate of Kiev
to get to the living room.
I worry about this because I
love you. As if it weren't grotesque
enough that we live in hydrogen
and breathe like atomizers, you
have to think I'm a great architect!
and you float regally by on your
incessant escalator, calm, a jungle queen.
Thinking it a steam shovel. Looking
a little uneasy. But you are yourself
again, yanking silver beads off your neck.
Remember, the Russian Easter Overture
is full of bunnies. Be always high,
full of regard and honor and lanolin. Oh
ride horseback in pink linen, be happy!
and ride with your beads on, because it rains.
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