from: five poems for Frank O'Hara
(clarity)
Did you see the paper bearing twilight?
When you're feeling sexy, I guess
You hold your breath. I want
To hear more about
English hiding under cheekbones
Pretending to be roses...
(five)
Kill time stares back.
The idea they were afterwards
Is not to master understanding
But to whistle stretched against
The sunning harps
Waving beyond the corpse of privilidge.
(clarity)
Did you see the paper bearing twilight?
When you're feeling sexy, I guess
You hold your breath. I want
To hear more about
English hiding under cheekbones
Pretending to be roses...
(five)
Kill time stares back.
The idea they were afterwards
Is not to master understanding
But to whistle stretched against
The sunning harps
Waving beyond the corpse of privilidge.
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testykitten:
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