Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.
Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.
Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.
There I am.
Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.
Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
From The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara by Frank O’Hara, copyright © 1971 by Maureen Granville-Smith, Administratrix of the Estate of Frank O’Hara, copyright renewed 1999 by Maureen O’Hara Granville-Smith and Donald Allen. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Sitting here staring at the screen
Know what I mean
Want to write
Don’t know what to say
Time ticks on get to wok soon
No that would be work
Learn to spell on the to-do
Get up get dressed wash the face
But first maybe
Nutella on toast
Gotta stop now then
I’ll try again later
Or later again