February 12, 2008
For the bus
Poem
By Frank O’Hara
To be idiomatic in a vacuum,
it is a shining thing! I
see it, it’s like being inside
a bird. Where do you live,
are you sick?
I am breathing the pure sphere
of loneliness and it is sating.
Do you know young René Rilke?
He is a rose, he is together, all
together, like a wind tunnel,
and the rest of us are testing
our wings, our straining struts.
Not to be a dick and not comment on your content here, but where the F have you been? There I am, munching on your christmas meats n cheezes at the 12 oclock lunch hour, thinking to myself, "I thought that shadowy figure was going to grace me with his presence in December." Sigh...alas he has not. Instead, I get the consolation: apple pie cheese and spicy mustard.
I am going to visit our alma mater in less than 2 weeks!
Posted by: Roadsalt at February 17, 2008 6:03 PM
