The ghost of Frank OHara
The ghost of Frank OHara taps me on
the shoulder whispering
and what about
the humor what about talks with the sun
and things that happen at the movies out
of sight of parents dont forget the thirst
of being in Manhattan in the heat
and Coke the drink
remember too your first
love passion music though it might not come out
in words its there in you but I was sad
and said what good is humor in a poem
when people die Manhattan Fire Island
we
bought falafels which we thought werent bad
and walked to Central Park for space and some
children were laughing and he said ask them
The ghost of Frank OHara taps me on
the shoulder whispering
and what about
the humor what about talks with the sun
and things that happen at the movies out
of sight of parents dont forget the thirst
of being in Manhattan in the heat
and Coke the drink
remember too your first
love passion music though it might not come out
in words its there in you but I was sad
and said what good is humor in a poem
when people die Manhattan Fire Island
we
bought falafels which we thought werent bad
and walked to Central Park for space and some
children were laughing and he said ask them
zef:
I like the what abouts, the illicition of memories, and the flow. I am always trying to find the perfect, I dunno rhythm for my poems. I like what you achieve, here.