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Š ŠžŠ•Šœ Instant coffee with slightly sour cream in it, and a phone call to the beyond which doesn't seem to be coming any nearer. "Ah daddy, I wanna stay drunk many days" on the poetry of a new friend my life held precariously in the seeing hands of others, their and my impossibilities. Is this love, now that the first love has finally died, where there were no impossibilities? 1956
Jan 31, 2024

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After Frank O’Hara / After Roger Reeves Ocean, don’t be afraid.Ā  The end of the road is so far aheadĀ  it is already behind us.Ā  Don’t worry. Your father is only your fatherĀ  until one of you forgets. Like how the spineĀ  won’t remember its wingsĀ  no matter how many times our kneesĀ  kiss the pavement. Ocean,Ā  are you listening? The most beautiful partĀ  of your body is whereverĀ  your mother’s shadow falls.Ā  Here’s the house with childhoodĀ  whittled down to a single red tripwire.Ā  Don’t worry. Just call itĀ horizon & you’ll never reach it.Ā  Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s notĀ  a lifeboat. Here’s the manĀ  whose arms are wide enough to gatherĀ  your leaving. & here the moment,Ā  just after the lights go out, when you can still seeĀ  the faint torch between his legs.Ā  How you use it again & againĀ  to find your own hands.Ā  You asked for a second chanceĀ  & are given a mouth to empty into.Ā  Don’t be afraid, the gunfireĀ  is only the sound of peopleĀ  trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,Ā  get up. The most beautiful part of your bodyĀ  is where it’s headed. & remember,Ā  loneliness is still time spentĀ  with the world. Here’sĀ  the room with everyone in it.Ā  Your dead friends passingĀ  through you like windĀ  through a wind chime. Here’s a deskĀ  with the gimp leg & a brickĀ  to make it last. Yes, here’s a roomĀ  so warm & blood-close,Ā  I swear, you will wake—  & mistake these wallsĀ  for skin.
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You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn't interest Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  me, it was love for you that set me afire, Ā  Ā  Ā and isn't it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn't there Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? Ā And someone you love enters the room and says wouldn't Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  you like the eggs a little different today? Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  And when they arrive they are just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather is holding.
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