Ballad // Frank O'Hara

Dec 12, 2007 17:33

Yes it is sickening that we come
                                                          that we go that we dissembling live
          that we leave that there is anywhere in the world someone like us
it is that we are always like a that never that
                                                           why we is it me
why is it that I am always separated from the one I love it is because of
           some final thing, that is what makes you a that, that I don't do
                        though everyone denies it who loves you
                                                                      that makes it a that too
            why is it that everyone denies it it's apparent as the air
you breathe and you don't want to be breathed do you
                                                                                                  why don't you
              because it would make you that air
                                                                      and if you were that air you
                                                                                                    would have to hear yourself
no I will never do that
                                      so when you speak to me I will always be other
it will be like the strains of an organist on a piano
               you will hate certain intimacies which to me were just getting to know
                                                                       you
                                                                       and at the same time
                                        you know that I don't want to know you
                         because the palm stands in the window disgusted 
                  by being transplanted, she feels that she's been outraged and she has
by well-wisher me, she well wishes that I leave her alone and my self alone
but tampering
                           where does that come from? childhood? it seems good
                   because it brings back the that
                                                                 that which we wish that which we want
that which a ferry can become a bicycle if it wants to get
                                                                        across the river
                                                                        and doesn't care how
                                                    though you will remember a night
                                                    where nothing happened
                              and we both were simply that
                                                      and we loved each other so
                                                      and it was unusual

frank o'hara

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